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XI.

"Earth, we Christians praise thee thus, Even for the change that comes With a grief from thee to us: For thy cradles and thy tombs, For the pleasant corn and wine And summer-heat; and also for The frost upon the sycamore And hail upon the vine!"

_THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS._

But see the Virgin blest Hath laid her babe to rest.

MILTON'S _Hymn on the Nativity_.