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XXXIV. HER FOUNDATIONS ARE ON THE HOLY HILLS.
Her Child, her God, in Nature's right
She loved: we love Him but by Grace:
Behold! our Virtue's proudest height
Is lower than her Virtue's base!
She loved: we love Him but by Grace:
Behold! our Virtue's proudest height
Is lower than her Virtue's base!
Alone by holy Nature taught
All lesser mothers love their own:
Her love was Nature's love, heaven-caught,
And lightning-lifted to the Throne.
All lesser mothers love their own:
Her love was Nature's love, heaven-caught,
And lightning-lifted to the Throne.
Her God! alone through worship she
Proportioned love for Him could prove!
Her God, and yet her Offspring! He
Both loved her, and was bound to love!
Proportioned love for Him could prove!
Her God, and yet her Offspring! He
Both loved her, and was bound to love!
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