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AT MILAN—IN THE CONVENT OF THE MADONNA DELLE GRAZIE.
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AT MILAN—IN THE CONVENT OF THE MADONNA DELLE GRAZIE.
A Dream of Leonardo da Vinci's “Last Supper.”
Enter! and, entering, still your souls with awe;Behold the blessèd ones! the Man Divine,
Even as he brake the bread and gave the wine,
And made His heart meek to obey the law,
The nearing doom even now His dear eyes saw.
“One of ye shall betray me.” Those divine
Bow'd lips still utter it. Still, (O how fine
Was thy great genius, Leonardo!) awe,
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On these bless'd faces, in these eyes, we see,
Eager for ever, while in shame and fear,
Judas' soul shrinks aghast eternally.
O mightiest master, as our Raphael dear,
Match'd with this wonder here, what art may be?
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