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Слушать(AI)On the Water of our Lords Baptism
Each blest drop on each blest limb, Is wash't itself, in washing Him :'Tis a gem while it stays here ; While it falls hence 'tis a tear.
Richard Crashaw
Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) was an English poet, teacher, High Church Anglican cleric and Roman Catholic convert, who was among t
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