Only a Shrine, but Mine —
I made the Taper shine —
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,
Regard a Nun —
Thou knowest every Woe —
Needless to tell thee — so —
But can’st thou do
The Grace next to it — heal?
That looks a harder skill to us —
Still — just as easy, if it be thy Will
To thee — Grant me —
Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?
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