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10 And He, Whom Lord of love and life we hail,

Is on her bosom borne, a blossom fair;

The pentecostal breath that lifts her veil

Has fanned His royal brow, and stirred His hair.

And kissed His lips just parted for a prayer.

That spirit-wind shall blow, that Face shall shine,

Till all His brothers know their Father's Sign.