Job Sight

Harmless’n Fearless made bet
Stir this saint, most bent yet
Whom’ll he fear, t’whom’ll h’bow
Love and Pain keep wooing now
We sip dark n’dungeon mine
Strode cross’t suns deaf’n blind
Yin’s low, yang’s faith’n high
First came last, Third’s m’Eye

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