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Rh While before us, and behind us, Dewy grass shines moist and sweet. Holy Father, hear our cry ! " Holy Father, those Thy servants Who did bring the good news here, Said that Thou wast ever with them, That they knew not how to fear ; Art Thou with us, too, O Father ? Suffer us to feel Thee near. Holy Father, hear our cry ! " Mark entered, silently, and listening, stayed Till she had finished ; then he said to her, " Saint Agnes, my Saint Agnes, shipwrecked men Grow strangely bold when they cast overboard That last of anchors, Hope ; until, at length, Despair might pass for bravery. So, I Dare now what I have never dared before, And pray that you will stoop r before we part, From your high maidenhood, and kiss me, Sweet." She stood before him, Ruth-like, meek, and still, Until between her eyebrows dark and clear He laid a solemn, sacramental kiss.