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1Thou, blessed birth of the celestial morn
2Whose brighter limbs no gems needs to adorn:
3Thou then appear most lovely to our sight
4When thou lie naked in the lap of light.
5Sweet maid, though thou art of celestial birth,
6Leave not (O leave not) this, our orb of Earth.
7If fraud usurps, that thou canst find no rest,
8Then take thy lodging up in my poor breast.
9There thou shalt
monarchize2and rule alone,
10None daring to displace thee from thy throne
11Till everlasting glory, joy, and love
12Shall us invite to live with them above.