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Thus a voice unto us said, 
“By you must this man be fed; 
Bring him flesh, and bring him bread !” 
And by us he was supplied, 
Duly morn and eventide, 
Until Cherith-brook was dried! 
POET. 
Wondrous miracle of love! 
RAVEN. 
Doth it thus thy spirit move? 
Deeper truth than this shall reach thee, 
Christ he bade the raven teach thee: 
They plough not, said he, nor reap, 
Nor have costly hoards to keep ; 
Storehouse none, nor barn have they, 
Yet God feeds them every day! 
Fret not then your souls with care 
What to eat, or what to wear, 
He who hears the ravens’ cry 
Looketh with a pitying eye 
On his human family. 
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