My God! Look On Me With Thine Eye Of Pity, Not Of Scrutiny; For If Thou Dost, Thou Then Shalt See Nothing But Loathsome Sores In Me. O Then, For Mercy'S Sake, Behold These My Eruptions Manifold, And Heal Me With Thy Look Or Touch; But If Thou Wilt Not Deign So Much, Because I'm Odious In Thy Sight, Speak But The Word, And Cure Me Quite.
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