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Слушать(AI)On the Baptized Ethiopian
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade For his white soul is made :
And now,
I doubt not, the Eternal Dove A black-faced house will love.
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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