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...she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers. Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as '.en years." With the calm, unhesitating realism of Fra Angtlico, he paints his lady leaning out towards...

...she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years. It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The...