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 1   2,     20|    Justice will cry to them, 'Rise, you dead, and come to judgment!'
 2   2,     40|     the soul does in order to rise from imperfection and arrive
 3   2,     40|    all her self-knowledge, to rise above herself, mounting
 4   3,      2|   down through confusion, you rise to Heaven on the wings of
 5   3,      3| judgment of conscience should rise against it, and, with hatred
 6   3,      3|    Now the soul who wishes to rise above imperfection should
 7   3,     18| sweetest daughter, my spouse! rise out of yourself, and open
 8   3,     18|       may the better know it, rise above the feelings of your
 9   3,     20|      built up with His Blood. Rise up then, promptly, and follow
10   3,     32|       that I may be cured and rise from my infirmity. You have
11   4,      2|      the pride which fell can rise? Do you think to be admitted