More than my sisters for their children born

Shall these give honour, yea in scorn's own place

Shall men set love and bring for mockery praise

And thanks for curses; for the dry wild vine

Scoffed at and cursed of all men that was I

Shall shed them wine to make the world's heart warm,

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That all eyes seeing may lighten, and all ears

Hear and be kindled; such a draught to drink

Shall be the blood that bids this dust bring forth,

The chaliced life here spilt on this mine earth,

Mine, my great father's mother; whom I pray

Take me now gently, tenderly take home,

And softly lay in his my cold chaste hand

Who is called of men by my name, being of Gods

Charged only and chosen to bring men under earth,

And now must lead and stay me with his staff

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A silent soul led of a silent God,

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