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All Saints' holy-day, even now gone by,

I met a gathering of damozels:

She that came first, as one doth who excels.

Had Love with her, bearing her company:

A flame burned forward through her steadfast eye.

As when in living fire a spirit dwells:

So, gazing with the boldness which prevails

O'er doubt, I knew an angel visibly.

As she passed on, she bowed her mild approof

And salutation to all men of worth,

Lifting the soul to solemn thoughts aloof.

In Heaven itself that lady had her birth,

I think, and is with us for our behoof:

Blessed are they who meet her on the earth.