Do you desert me, venerable Strength?
I bear reverence still, Ancient of Days
I am rallying the last sinew-
Expedite my deliverance!
Convolution confounds-
I negotiate its contortions,
The labyrinth is nigh,
I am wrung dry battling
I weep the nights,
Whisper on my knees; That
The words lose their meaning,
The yoke weighs heavy
In the dark I grapple; a foe,
Through his thrashing heart plunge the fiery cross
I writhe amid the crackle of blinding heat
I; of the heart in throes
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