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Both nuns and mothers worship images, But those the candles light are not as those That animate a mother's reveries, But keep a marble or a bronze repose. And yet they too break hearts--O presences That passion, piety or affection knows, And that all heavenly glory symbolise-- O self-born mockers of man's enterprise;