Tuned to the tyrant touched,
By resolve, the onerous duties,
To have or to hold,
Warnings are given,
Calls are possessed,
Do you lie wanting,
Or could you be blessed,
By beatitudes bellsong,
But bickering best,
A studious calling,
The rest of arrest,
No candle burns bright,
Blight be blinding,
In jest,
Now no one can see.
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