Is this a Fast, to keep
The Larder lean?
And clean
From fat of veals and sheep?
Is it to quit the dish
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yet still to fill
The platter high with fish?
Is it to fast an hour,
Or ragg’d go,
Or show
A downcast look and sour?
Thy sheaf of wheat
And meat
Unto the hungry soul.
It is to fast from strife
And old debate,
And hate;
To circumcise thy life.
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To show a heart grief-rent;
To starve thy sin,
Not bin;
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And that’s to keep thy Lent.
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