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1Thou blessed birth of the
2Whose brighter limbs no gems needs to adorn;
3Thou then appearest most lovely to our sight
4When thou liest naked in the lap of light.
Sweet maid3, though thou art of celestial birth,
Leave not (oh leave not) this our orb of earth4.
7If fraud usurps that thou canst find no rest,
8Then take thy lodging up
in my poor breast5.
9There thou shalt monarchize and rule alone,
10None daring to displace thee from thy throne
11Till everlasting glory, joy, and love
12Shall us invite to live with them above.