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One face I see by thine whene'er I hold / Converse with things that are or things that were; / Whene'er I seek life's hidden folds to stir, / And watch the inner to the outer rolled.
Dost thou not know her, O beloved one?
Hast thou not felt her sunshine on thy face?
In me hast thou not learned some signs to trace / Of that dear soul who calleth me her son?
Such as I was that in thy countenance / Found favour, from her it was gathered most.
To my mad youth her gentle surveillance
Was like a watch-fire on a rock-bound coast.
She drew about me motherhood, and thou / Hast with Love's holy chrism touched my brow.