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The greatest hero is not he For blows with blows who’s paying, But he who, hundred times betrayed, Himself knows no betraying.

Who after love can send a curse He never felt love’s passion, For love is able to forgive And knows no condemnation.

Who will not bring a sacrifice To him no love be proffered; Bad is the priest who thinks he’s more Than that what he has offered.

And should e’er love demand of me My life and share in heaven-- I would go as the lamb for Thee To whom my love I’ve given.