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“I NONE the less beseech thee fair,
if thou canst see it may be done,
as thou art glorious, free from fault,
my rueful prayer deny not thou.
Have ye no homes in castle-walls?
No manor where ye may meet and bide?
Thou namest Jerusalem, rich and royal,
where David dear was dight on throne;
but by these holts it cannot be;
'tis in Judæa, that noble place;
as ye are spotless 'neath the moon,
all spotless so should be your homes.
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