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ST. DYMPHNA.
Within the crowded fane she knelt,
As if before God's throne:
Nought heard, saw nought; alone she felt:
Alone with Christ alone.
As if before God's throne:
Nought heard, saw nought; alone she felt:
Alone with Christ alone.
Amid the desert knelt the maid;
Alone, yet not alone;
Praying with all that ever prayed
Before the eternal Throne.
Alone, yet not alone;
Praying with all that ever prayed
Before the eternal Throne.
No wealth was hers in fields or flocks:
The poor had all her gold:
But honey gushed from the sunny rocks,
And in milk the streamlet rolled.
The poor had all her gold:
But honey gushed from the sunny rocks,
And in milk the streamlet rolled.
O blissful maid, through light and shade
So bright a path was thine;
Round hill and glade thy lustre played,
And still o'er earth doth shine!
So bright a path was thine;
Round hill and glade thy lustre played,
And still o'er earth doth shine!
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