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"No oil," said He, "can any get With olive yet unbruised; And those who would refuse the rod Must be themselves refused."
"No wine can e're be made of grapes That have not known the press Nor can the seed be multiplied, Except when sown in death."
"The Cherubim behind the veil Were made of purest gold. A bruised and beaten work were they; Not formed by gentle mold."
"O, child of Mine! Do not despair! Though heavy weighs thy cross. But understand eternal gain Is only had through loss."
"A measure of this Holy Oil Is in each vessel poured The wise are ever pouring out; The foolish seek to hoard."
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