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Ave Maria! May our spirits dare Look up to thine, and to thy Son's above? .

vision! thou'rt from sunny skies, Born where the rose hath richest dyes; To thee a southern heart hath given That glow of Love, that calm of Heaven, And round thee cast th' ideal gleam, The light that is but of a dream.

Far hence, where wandering music fills The haunted air of Roman hills, Or where Venetian waves of yore Heard melodies, they hear no more, Some proud old minster's gorgeous aisle Hath known the sweetness of thy smile.