And gave thy lips a golden trump, that, though 

   Long years have passed since other angels came 

   To work the mighty wonders of His name,— 

   In God's own name and man's, thyself shalt go 

   Forever on strong pinions to and fro, 

   And round the earth reverberating blow 

   The mute, world-shaking music of the mind; 

   That thou might'st make as naught all space and time, 

   And thrill in mystic oneness through mankind, 

   Yet dwell in each, inviolate, sublime. 

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     ANNUNCIATION 

     (From the picture by Botticelli) 

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   Kneeling in prayer, her spirit rapt above, 

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