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O holy virgin! clad in purest white, Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honied dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning, salute the sun, Roused like a huntsman to the chase; and, with Thy buskined feet, appear upon our hills. |