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MRS. BROWNING.
And you who have known this Miriam of our days,Who, with clear clash of cymbals and with song
Triumphant, grand sweet words to ring as long
Through time as Shakespeare's, flings up prayer and praise
Unto God's footstool, fittest souls to raise
From out the earthly sloughs of sin and wrong,
Up into heaven's clear azure, borne along,
Wing'd by her words, to where heaven's lustre plays
Upon them, so to walk again the earth
With spirits that show still the light of heaven,
That have known henceforth always a new birth
Of meeker, lowlier hearts unto them given
By her great thoughts, to all of what dear worth,
From whose raised hearts, they earthliest thoughts have driven.
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