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The Crucible

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Hard ye may be in the tumult, Red to your battle hilts. Blow give for blow in the foray, Cunningly ride in the tilts; But when the roaring is ended,

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Tenderly, unbeguiled. Turn to a woman a woman’s Heart, and a child’s to a child.

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Test of the man, if his worth be

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In accord with the ultimate plan. That he be not, to his marring.

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Always and utterly man; That he bring out of the tumult.

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Fitter and undefiled. To a woman the heart of a woman.

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To children the heart of a child.

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Good when the bugles are ranting

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It is to be iron and fire; Good to be oak in the foray,

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Ice to a guilty desire. But when the battle is over

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(Marvel and wonder the while) Give to a woman a woman’s

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Heart, and a child’s to a child.

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