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And still from ’neath the altar roared he, As from a bull lowing in cavern deep, “Come worship me, _O men_, come worship me; Spit on the cross, of Jesus take no keep, I promise you an everlasting sleep; The soul and body both shall turn to clay; Ye penitents, why do ye sigh and weep? Let not damnation’s terrors you affray, Come learn my lore that drives all foolish fears away”.

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