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On the holy Ghost descending like a Dove.
When John (unwilling 'cause unworthy) leadChrist into Jordan, ore his glorious head
Hovers a Dove, whose bright wings would not cease
Till they were spread over the Prince of peace;
Well may our Turtles grieve their sad estates,
When Doves from Heaven come to seek their Mates.
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