"I was a stricken deer, that left the herd Long since. With many an arrow deep infix'd My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by One who had Himself Been hurt by th' archers. In His side He bore, And in His hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live!" —Cowper.
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