XIX.

Fairest of fairs, that at his eyes doth dress

Her glorious face; those eyes, from whence are shed

Attractions infinite; where to express

His love, high God all heaven as captive leads,

And all the banners of his grace dispreads,

And in those windows doth his arms englaze,

And on those eyes, the angels all do gaze,

And from those eyes, the lights of heaven obtain their blaze.

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