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						Thee, God, I Come from by Gerard Manley Hopkins 
						
						Thee, God, I come from, to thee go,  All day long I like fountain flow  From thy hand out, swayed about  Mote-like in thy mighty glow. 
  What I know of thee I bless, As acknowledging thy stress  On my being and as seeing  Something of thy holiness. 
  Once I turned from thee and hid,  Bound on what thou hadst forbid; Sow the wind I would; I sinned:  I repent of what I did. 
  Bad I am, but yet thy child.  Father, be thou reconciled.  Spare thou me, since I see With thy might that thou art mild. 
  I have life before me still  And thy purpose to fulfil;  Yea a debt to pay thee yet:  Help me, sir, and so I will.
  But thou bidst, and just thou art,  Me shew mercy from my heart  Towards my brother, every other  Man my mate and counterpart. . . . . . . . . 						 
						
						
						
						
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