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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
Never deny Me—Never fly
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign
Or take the Royal names in vain
Their far—slow—Violet Gaze
My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still
The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill
Whose service—is to You
Her latest Worship—When the Day
Fades from the Firmament away
To lift Her Brows on You