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HER CONFIRMATION
When my Clorinda walks in white
Unto her Confirmation Rite,
What sinless dove can show to heaven
A purer sight?
Unto her Confirmation Rite,
What sinless dove can show to heaven
A purer sight?
Beneath a lawn, translucent, crown
Her lovely curls conceal their brown;
Her wanton eyes are fastened, even,
Demurely down.
Her lovely curls conceal their brown;
Her wanton eyes are fastened, even,
Demurely down.
And that delicious mouth of rose
No words, no smile, may discompose:
All of her feels the approaching awe,
And silent grows.
No words, no smile, may discompose:
All of her feels the approaching awe,
And silent grows.
Come, then, Thou noiseless Spirit, and rest
Here, where she waits Thee for her Guest:
Pass not, but sweetly onward draw,
Till heaven's possessed!
Here, where she waits Thee for her Guest:
Pass not, but sweetly onward draw,
Till heaven's possessed!
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