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Constance De Castile

A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby

Sotheby, William (1757-1833)

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XIX.

It seem'd, a saint in amice gray
Came forth to bless them on their way,
So peace sat pictur'd on his brow,
And white, as flakes of feathery snow
That fall when every wind has rest,
His beard descending swept his breast:
And lowly from his girdle hung
A cross that to his slow pace swung.