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 I saw the Sharon roses, And Mary lilies pale, Pure cup that never closes, The Vessel of the Grail.

The happy saints were winging To their deserved joys: I heard the angels singing, And, 'mid the martyr boys I saw, ere vision left me, The dearly-loved dark head Of one so late bereft me; I knew not he was dead!