But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain： And fast his blood was flowing； And he was sore in pain, And heavy with his armor, And spent with changing blows： And oft they thought him sinking, But still again he rose.
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But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain： And fast his blood was flowing； And he was sore in pain, And heavy with his armor, And spent with changing blows： And oft they thought him sinking, But still again he rose.