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By Henry W. Nevinson
155

At my word, through all his face
Flames the infernal fire within,
Mary, Mary, grant me grace,
Still to keep my soul from sin!
Thanks to God, my rose was grown
Not so sweet, but all my own,
Not so fair, but mine alone.