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On the Picture by Delaroche
OF THE VIRGIN MARY LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW AT THE CROSS—WHICH IS UNDEPICTED
Awe-struck she gazes through an open spaceOr lattice, at that mystery of woe,
Which Art abashed attempts not here to show:
But every tragic circumstance we trace
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The sight, unseen by us, we darkly know
From those affrighted eyes, that form bent low,
On which the last rays fall of sinking Grace.
Thus through Faith's lattice as I daily gaze
On that sad Vision veiled from worldly eyes,
May the Great Sight control my words and ways,
And all my life transform and solemnize;
That eyes which see not Him may see in me
Some reflex of the saving Tragedy!
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