  Garment of Flesh, to thee was given The virgin glow of sun and sod:— Dawn-woven in the loom of Heaven,— The last, the tenderest touch of God! With human passion dear, divine, Thou dost the deathless soul supply; Altar and hearth alike are thine, Sweet bridal of the earth and sky! The glory of Eternity Rests like a crown upon thy brow; Celestial light o’ershadows thee:— Blest mother of my Lord art thou!
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