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Many have painted her. But there was one / Who drew his radiant colours from the sun. / Mysteriously glowing through a background dim / When he was suffering she came to him, / And all the heavy pain within his heart / Rose in his hands and stole into his art. / His canvas is the beautiful bright veil / Through which her sorrow shines. There where the / Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn / A trembling smile softly begins to dawn. / Though angels with seven candles light the place / You cannot read the secret of her face.