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18.
These Rays she to a Miracle prefers;
And lustre that such beauty so defies,
Had Poets seen (Love's partial Jewellers,
Who count nought precious but their Mistress Eyes)
These Rays she to a Miracle prefers;
And lustre that such beauty so defies,
Had Poets seen (Love's partial Jewellers,
Who count nought precious but their Mistress Eyes)
19.
They would with grief a miracle confess!
She enters straight to pay her gratitude;
And could not think her beauty in distress,
Whilst to her Love, her Lord is still subdu'd.
They would with grief a miracle confess!
She enters straight to pay her gratitude;
And could not think her beauty in distress,
Whilst to her Love, her Lord is still subdu'd.
20.
The Altar she with Imag'ry array'd;
Where Needles boldly, as a Pencil, wrought
The Story of that humble Syrian Mayd,
Who Pitchers bore, yet Kings to Juda brought.
The Altar she with Imag'ry array'd;
Where Needles boldly, as a Pencil, wrought
The Story of that humble Syrian Mayd,
Who Pitchers bore, yet Kings to Juda brought.
21.
And there she of that precious Linnen spreds,
Which in the consecrated Moneth is spun
By Lombard Brides; for whom in empty Beds
Their Bridegrooms sigh till the succeeding Moon.
And there she of that precious Linnen spreds,
Which in the consecrated Moneth is spun
By Lombard Brides; for whom in empty Beds
Their Bridegrooms sigh till the succeeding Moon.
22.
'Tis in that Moon, bleach'd by her fuller Light;
And wash'd in Suds of Amber, till it grow
Clean as this spreaders Hands, and those were white
As rising Lilies, or as falling Snow.
'Tis in that Moon, bleach'd by her fuller Light;
And wash'd in Suds of Amber, till it grow
Clean as this spreaders Hands, and those were white
As rising Lilies, or as falling Snow.
23.
The voluntary Quire of Birds she feeds,
Which oft had here the Virgin-Consort fill'd;
She diets them with Aromatick seeds;
And quench'd their Thirst with Rainbowe-Dew distill'd.
The voluntary Quire of Birds she feeds,
Which oft had here the Virgin-Consort fill'd;
She diets them with Aromatick seeds;
And quench'd their Thirst with Rainbowe-Dew distill'd.
24.
Lord Astragon, whose tender care did wait
Her progress, since her Morn so cloudy broke,
Arrests her passage at this Temple Gate,
And thus, he with a Father's license, spoke.
Lord Astragon, whose tender care did wait
Her progress, since her Morn so cloudy broke,
Arrests her passage at this Temple Gate,
And thus, he with a Father's license, spoke.
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