Angel Help
Prelibations, foretastes high,
Tis a type, and tis a pledge,
Martyr to virginity.
Unseen the rock and spindle ply,
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Careful as that lily flower,
And do her earthly drudgery.
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Tend with care that lily flower;
Poverty with Sanctitude.
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The flesh-cloggd spirit disabusing,
To its leaves and root infuse
This rare tablet doth include
Death-disarming sleeps infusing,
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Ostents from which she may presume,
A feeble bed-rid parents want.
That much of heaven is in the room.
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That round her everywhere are flying;
Of a crowning privilege.
Live a sainted Maid, or die
Angelic presence testifying,
And Holy hands take up the task;