LXI.

But in a higher niche, alone, but crowned,

The Virgin-Mother of the God-born Child,

With her Son in her blesséd arms, looked round,

Spared by some chance when all beside was spoiled:

She made the earth below seem holy ground.

This may be superstition, weak or wild;

But even the faintest relics of a shrine

Of any worship wake some thoughts divine.

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