THE BRIGHT NEW MOON OF LOVE.
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At the dawn she stood debating
With the angels at the door
Of Christ’s sepulchre, in waiting
For his body evermore.
Pure as white-robed Faith to Sorrow,
Pointing back to Heaven above—
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At the dawn she stood debating
With the angels at the door
Of Christ’s sepulchre, in waiting
For his body evermore.
Pure as white-robed Faith to Sorrow,
Pointing back to Heaven above—