No roads I travel lead to Jericho, But anywhere along the way I tread There may be one whose suffering, I know, Can best be satisfied with living bread. The wounds that only Love can ever heal May I assuage—the precious ointment break, And to this lonely, suffering one reveal The living bread of which he may partake.
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