

As when the Holy Maid beheld 
DePeai 
NT 
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PPPeEneu nl 
iyi en al 
’ / eit | 
SERRA KEBLE. 
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Her risen Son and Lord: 
Thought has not colors half so fair 

TY | That she to paint that hour may dare, 
In silence best adored. 
Beppu The gracious Deve that brought from heayen 
Phi The earnest of our bliss, 
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Of many a chosen witness-telling, 
On many a happy vision dwelling, 
Sings not a note of this. 


So, truest image of the Christ, 
Old Israel’s long-lost son, 
What time, with sweet, forgiving cheer 
| | He called his conscious brethren near, 
Would weep with them alone. | 
He could not trust his melting soul, 

But in his Maker’s sight,— 
Then why should gentle hearts and true 
Bare to the rude world’s withering view 
Their treasure of delight | 
TN EERE BLE oe MESES OT 
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No,—let the dainty rose awhile 
1} | Hs Her bashful fragrance hide— 
| Rend not her silken veil too soon, 
i But leave her, till her own soft noon, 
To flourish and abide. 



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