Yes, men go down and fight with hell, but rise to glory's height; When Christ stoops down and touches them, Satan is put to flight; Angelo's conflict is a type. If it should come to me, I could not conquer in the fight, unless God set me free.
AND since those days, how many hearts have bled, How many souls climed up the heights of time ? Pain carving out the steps from earth to God: For all He loves must pass beneath the rod.
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