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Divine Detachment

 One day the Great Designer sought
His Clerk of Birth and Death.
Said he: "Two souls are in my thought, to whom I gave life-breath.
I deemed my work was fitly done, But yester-eve I saw That in the finished brain of one There was a tiny flaw.
"It worried me, and I would know, Since I am all to blame, What happened to them down below, Of honour or of shame; For if the later did befall, My sorrow will be grave .
" Then numbers astronomical unto the Clerk he gave.
The Keeper of the Rolls replied: "Of them I've little trace; But one he was a Prince of pride And one of lowly race.
One was a Holy Saint proclaimed; For one no hell sufficed .
Let's see - the last was Nero named, The other .
Jesus Christ.

by Robert William Service
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