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72 'Tis said, that through prevailing grace

He not unmov'd did notice now

The cross upon thy shoulders scored

Meek beast! in memory of the Lord

To whom all human-kind shall bow;

In memory of that solemn day

When Jesus humbly deign'd to ride

Entering the proud Jerusalem,

By an immeasurable stream

Of shouting people deified!

Meanwhile the persevering Ass,

Towards a gate in open view

Turns up a narrow lane; his chest

Against the yielding gate he press'd,

And quietly pass'd through.