Enslaved, I descend into this mine
to take from it that which Roman proprietors treasure.
Christ, Himself, has caused my soul to aline
with the joy of Salvation (I seek a double measure).
And though we who labor here are considered dead---
a fate that genteel Romans think of (and shudder) with dread---
Christ has enlivened and nourished me; I have been spiritually fed.
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