If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing

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If any sink, assure that this, now standing-
Failed like Themselves-and conscious that it rose-
Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding
How Weakness passed-or Force-arose-

Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment-
Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball-
When the Ball enters, enters Silence-
Dying-annuls the power to kill.

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