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The Singing Girl

 (For the Rev.
Edward F.
Garesche, S.
) There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang to God in Heaven And God within her breast.
It flooded me with pleasure, It pierced me like a sword, When this young maiden sang: "My soul Doth magnify the Lord.
" The stars sing all together And hear the angels sing, But they said they had never heard So beautiful a thing.
Saint Mary and Saint Joseph, And Saint Elizabeth, Pray for us poets now And at the hour of death.

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