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Pain

 MEN have made them gods of love,
Sun-gods, givers of the rain,
Deities of hill and grove:
I have made a god of Pain.
Of my god I know this much, And in singing I repeat, Though there’s anguish in his touch, Yet his soul within is sweet.

by Thomas Edward Brown
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