By infinitude of foot,
They are not estranged from men."
Ever great," a voice then said,
"It is fated that thy feet be
Ever even till the last day.
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Till the final judgment day
Art thou doomed to lonely greatness.
Yet a virgin's willing offering
Still can free thee from thy doom;
Pure and spotless she must quite be,
And, moreover, she must go through
All that follows without shrinking.
She, the pure, the spotless maiden,
On the eve of St. Sylvester,
Must the Marble Prophecy,
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