Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel
Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.
Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our sins be reprimand.
Teened with so many misdeed,
but He do acquit;
our men of courage didn't hid—
and but those hopeless did quit.
Meseems...
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