And she His World, and He her Calvary,— 

   He wraps her round with all the mystery 

   Of love predestined for earth's needy ones; 

   "Be comforted," it seems He fain would say, 

   "O mother mine, there dawns an Easter day, 

   And thou in me hast mothered many sons." 

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     THE ANGEL OF THE JASMINE WREATH 

 (From a picture by Botticelli, of the Madonna and Child with Angels,—in the Borghese Gallery) 

   Ineffable angel, with the jasmine wreathed, 

   Wherefrom the sweetness over brow and lips, 

   And luminous white eyelids tremulously slips, 

   A visible essence from thy beauty breathed,— 

   The pure and pensive marvel of thy face is sheathed 

   In tresses softer than the bloom of night, 

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