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The youths looked aside--to laugh there were a sin-- And the maidens' lips trembled from smiles shut within. Quoth the priest, "Thou art wild, pretty boy! Blessed she Who prefers at her bridal a brown rosary To a worldly arraying."
The youths looked aside--to laugh there were a sin-- And the maidens' lips trembled from smiles shut within. Quoth the priest, "Thou art wild, pretty boy! Blessed she Who prefers at her bridal a brown rosary To a worldly arraying."