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She rose with such meek majesty and grace
As though she had seen Jesus face to face,
And softly to her dumb companion talk'd,
Patting its neck as side by side they walk'd
Along the croft into their clay-built home,
Where never more the priest was known to come.
As though she had seen Jesus face to face,
And softly to her dumb companion talk'd,
Patting its neck as side by side they walk'd
Along the croft into their clay-built home,
Where never more the priest was known to come.
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