In thee, his Spouse? Or could the Word debase
His Godhead’s pureness when he fill’d thy breast,
Tho’ Moses treasured up, at his behest,
The typical manna in a golden[[85]] vase?
Who teach that sin had ever aught in thee,
Utter a thought the demons may not share—
Not tho’ they prompt it in their fell despair:
For these, while sullenly hating the decree
That shaped thee forth Immaculate, “All Fair,”
Adore it still—and must eternally.