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XXVII. DETACHMENT.
From sin but not alone from sin
That Bright One of the worlds was free;
Never there stirred her breast within,
That downward Creature-Sympathy
That Bright One of the worlds was free;
Never there stirred her breast within,
That downward Creature-Sympathy
Which clouds the strong eyes that discern
Through all things, One, the All-True, All-just,
And bids the infirmer instinct yearn
To beauteous nothings writ in dust.
Through all things, One, the All-True, All-just,
And bids the infirmer instinct yearn
To beauteous nothings writ in dust.
Clear shines o'er glooming waves afar
Yon cottage fire, as daylight dies,
How pure—till comes the evening star
To shame it from untainted skies!
Yon cottage fire, as daylight dies,
How pure—till comes the evening star
To shame it from untainted skies!
O Mary, in thy Daughters still
Thine image pure, if pale, we find;
The crystal of the flawless will;
The soul irradiating the mind;
Thine image pure, if pale, we find;
The crystal of the flawless will;
The soul irradiating the mind;
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The heart where live, in memory sheathed,
But ghosts of mortal joy or grief
Like wood-scents through a Bible breathed
By some thin-pressed long-cherished leaf;
But ghosts of mortal joy or grief
Like wood-scents through a Bible breathed
By some thin-pressed long-cherished leaf;
The tender strength, the bliss heaven-taught,
Unguessed by Time's distempered thrall;
The lucid depth of loving thought,
The peace divine encircling all.
Unguessed by Time's distempered thrall;
The lucid depth of loving thought,
The peace divine encircling all.
In Him, the Unseen, their wealth they hoard:
They sit, in self-oblivion sweet
The Virgin-Spouses of their Lord,
Beside the Virgin-Mother's feet.
They sit, in self-oblivion sweet
The Virgin-Spouses of their Lord,
Beside the Virgin-Mother's feet.
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