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Seek to sate the wrath of devils,
Pray to saints, and Gods, and angels;
Not to cure the ills within them,
Not to cleanse and purify them,
Just to calm the pain that hurts them,
Just to-kill the guide that warns them.
II
Pain am I, but when you know me,
When you once have learned my secret,
How I come to help and bless you,
Warn you, guide you, teach and lead you
When you know my loving nature,
How at first I gently twinge you,
Lightly twinge you as a warning,
Hoping thus, by kind reminder,
You will bear my voice and listen--
Sure am I that when you know me,
You will gladly then embrace me,
Call me friend and give me welcome,
Call me friend and ask my message.
III
This the message I would bring you,
This the reason for my visits,
This the warning I would give you,
This the secret I would teach you:
When you learn to live as Nature
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