The Christ's, for wretched pleading
The cause, Merciful
The face, sore-wept impressioned
Through yours, beautiful.
Stand I, a divine wisdom
Perfuming, as near.
Heaven, as responding to
Rose-cheeked; and more clear
When far from betraying, do
Bear it true witness
This, of Love's necessity, in
Firm-kissed secureness.
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