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Saint Catherine of Siena She prayed, she preached him innocent;

She gave him to the Sacrificed;

On her courageous breast he leant,

The breast where beat the heart of Christ.

He left it for the block, with cries

Of victory on his severed breath.

That crimson head she clasped, her eyes

Blind with the splendour of his death.

And will the man of modern years

—Stern on the Vote—withhold from thee,

Thou prop, thou cross, erect, in tears,

Catherine, the service of his knee? 95