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24 The presence of a 'holy thing,'

Madonna-wise, her heart discerns,

And like a fragrant censer burns,

O'ershadowed by an angel's wing.

Her brooding motherhood is strong;

A trembling joy her bosom stirs,

Her thoughts are white-robed worshippers,

'Magnificat' is all her song.

'Mid angels whispering 'all-hails'

The waking moment she awaits,

The opening of two pearly gates,

The lifting of two silken veils.