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 "Woman, if any fiend of hell Lurk in thy bosom so to prompt the vaunt. Of inspiration, and to mock the power Of God and holy church, thus by the virtue Of water hallow'd by the name of God That damned spirit adjure I to depart From his possessed prey. Detected thus Thy impious wiles, to th' ecclesiastic arm  Thou must deliver'd purge in flames the crime Atrocious." Thus he spake, and dash'd the wave With hand unsparing on the virgin's face: The water shone upon her glowing cheek Like morning dew-drops on the opening rose. Indignant at th' unworthy charge the Maid Felt her cheek flush, but soon, the transient glow Fading, she answer'd meek. "Most holy Sires, Ye reverend Fathers of the Christian church Most catholic! before your view I stand  "A