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THE MODEL.

Form thy lips in a silent prayer.

Were Raphael here with his noble skill,

No fairer Mary could canvas fill.

Raise thine eyes with a look of dread;

A sabre waves o'er thine upturned head!

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Fall on thy knees near that marble wall;

Toss round thy waist this silken shawl;

Hold this crucifix to thy lips

Like dying saint who the chalice sips;

Look thou as pale as the queen of night;

Let a tear falling just dim thy sight.

Surely St. Agnes would never have died,

Hadst thou as martyr thus knelt at her side.

Now lay thee down on the damask bed;

Blush in those cheeks, whose roses have fled;

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