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Miscellanies.
'Our Orient Breaths perfumed are
'With insense of incessant Pray'r.
'And Holy-water of our Tears
'Most strangly our Complexion clears.
'With insense of incessant Pray'r.
'And Holy-water of our Tears
'Most strangly our Complexion clears.
XV.
'Not Tears of Grief; but such as those
'With which calm Pleasure overflows;
'Or Pity, when we look on you
'That live without this happy Vow.
'How should we grieve that must be seen
'Each one a Spouse, and each a Queen;
'And can in Heaven hence behold
'Our brighter Robes and Crowns of Gold?
'Not Tears of Grief; but such as those
'With which calm Pleasure overflows;
'Or Pity, when we look on you
'That live without this happy Vow.
'How should we grieve that must be seen
'Each one a Spouse, and each a Queen;
'And can in Heaven hence behold
'Our brighter Robes and Crowns of Gold?
XVI.
'When we have prayed all our Beads,
'Some One the holy Legend reads;
'While all the rest with Needles paint
'The Face and Graces of the Saint.
'But what the Linnen can't receive
'They in their Lives do interweave.
'This Work the Saints best represents;
'That serves for Altar's Ornaments.
'When we have prayed all our Beads,
'Some One the holy Legend reads;
'While all the rest with Needles paint
'The Face and Graces of the Saint.
'But what the Linnen can't receive
'They in their Lives do interweave.
'This Work the Saints best represents;
'That serves for Altar's Ornaments.
XVII.
'But much it to our work would add
'If here your hand, your Face we had:
'By it we would our Lady touch;
'Yet thus She you resembles much.
'Some of your Features, as we sow'd,
'Through ev'ry Shrine should be bestow'd.
'And in one Beauty we would take
'Enough a thousand Saints to make.
'But much it to our work would add
'If here your hand, your Face we had:
'By it we would our Lady touch;
'Yet thus She you resembles much.
'Some of your Features, as we sow'd,
'Through ev'ry Shrine should be bestow'd.
'And in one Beauty we would take
'Enough a thousand Saints to make.
XVIII.