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SAINT MAURA.
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Now you must rest, and when to-morrow comesSpeak to the people, call them home to God,A deacon on the Cross, as in the Church;And plead from off the tree with outspread arms,To show them that the Son of God enduredFor them—and me. Hush! I alone will speak,And while away the hours till dawn for you.I know you have forgiven me; as I layBeneath your feet, while they were binding me,I knew I was forgiven then! When I cried'Here am I, husband! The lost lamb returned,All re-baptized in blood!' and you said, 'Come!Come to thy bride-bed, martyr, wife once more!'From that same moment all my pain was gone;And ever since those sightless eyes have smiledLove—love! Alas, those eyes! They made me fall.I could not bear to see them bleeding, dark,Never, no never to look into mine;Never to watch me round the little roomSinging about my work, or flash on me
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