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How art thou fallen! seeking 'mid the stars
To set thy nest; unloos'd from fleshly bars,
Striving the chasten'd soul “to wind too high”
For one encompass'd with humanity!
Could not thy Mother's milk and quiet breast
Suffice thee, nurturing to Eden's rest?
Thou wast her glory; and the fiend of pride
Ne'er could have won thee from her peaceful side,
Were he not trick'd in guise of lowliness.
Thou art her glory still; and she no less
Puts on the armouries of thy soberer soul,
And reads from thy sad fall her lesson of controul.

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TERTULLIAN.