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raphael mengs and his "holy family".
Gazing, the old ideal,
Paler, more rapt and still,
With sadly wondering eyes,
Just dips from her far skies,
And shames my laggard will.
Paler, more rapt and still,
With sadly wondering eyes,
Just dips from her far skies,
And shames my laggard will.
Humility and love,
Perfume of lowliest sod—
I yet can think that they
Winged our close world one day,
And went untouched to God.
Perfume of lowliest sod—
I yet can think that they
Winged our close world one day,
And went untouched to God.
