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1586 To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came— She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's Name— Bestowed a summer long Upon a frameless flower— Then swept as lightly from disdain As Lady from her Bower— Of Bliss the Codes are few— As Jesus cites of Him— "Come unto me" the moiety That wafts the Seraphim— Edited by Peter Carter
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