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...Virgin Mother of the God-born child, With her son in her blessed arms, look'd round, Spared by some chance when all beside was spoil'd ; She made the...shrine Of any worship, wake some thoughts divine. LXII. A mighty window, hollow in the centre, Shorn of its glass of thousand colourings, Through which...

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