MARY'S WEDDING.
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Is it written on your soul?—I know not.
Woman, upon whom is laid Heaven's own sign-manual, Beauty, mock heaven not!
Reverence thy loveliness—the outward type
Of things we understand not, nor behold
But as in a glass, darkly; wear it thou
With awful gladness, grave humility,
That not contemns, nor boasts, nor is ashamed,
But lifts its face up prayerfully to heaven,—
"Thou who hast made me, make me worthy Thee!"
MARY'S WEDDING.