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Leave weeping!

There should be pact between us. How your coffers

Are filled I know, and where your heart is lavish,

And what you dream. I kneel before your throne

With faculty

As boundless as a god’s, with strength as supple,

To be your instrument, to win you lands,

To give you rule. You have forbidden me

Your presence: if I pass from it forbidden,

I leave you—up and down to wave your hands

In blessing on the powers you supplicate.

While, if you bid me to your side, I build

An army for the Church; there will be legions....