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Who is she ascends so high, Next the heav'nly King, Round about whom angels fly, And her praises sing? |
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Who is she adorned with light; Makes the sun her robe? At whose feet the queen of night Lays her changing globe? |
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This is she in whose pure womb Heaven's Prince remained; Wherefore in no earthly tomb Could she be contained. |
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Heav'n she was, which held that fire, Whence the world took light, And to heav'n doth now as pire: Flames with flames unite. |
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She that did so clearly shine, Our Day once begun, See how bright her beams decline, Sitting with the Sun. |