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“Enter’d Maria, fairest of the fair, her Father’s palace-halls of tow’ering height; lovely her gest though joy was crusht by care that brimmed her beauteous eyes with tears that blight: and waved her glorious wealth of golden hair o’er neck and shoulders iv’ory-smooth and white: Before her gladly-greeting Sire she stood, and told her mission in this melting mood:—