Canto XII.]
DEATH.
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"Down in the peaceful blue we will abide,
My oh so pretty, alway side by side;
And you shall tell me of your Maries over,
Over, until with shells the great sterms cover."
Here the crazed weaver on the corse him threw,
And from the church arose the psalm anew.
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"So, when penitents heart-broken
Sue for pardon at your door,
Flood their souls with peace unspoken,
White flowers of our briny moor!"
