Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти)
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Herself a rose, who bore the Rose, She bore the Rose and felt its thorn. All loveliness new-born Took on her bosom its repose, And slept and woke there night and morn. Lily herself, she bore the one Fair Lily; sweeter, whiter, far Than she or others are: The Sun of Righteousness her Son, She was His morning star. She gracious, He essential Grace, He was the Fountain, she the rill: Her goodness to fulfil And gladness, with proportioned pace He led her steps through good and ill. Christ's mirror she of grace and love, Of beauty and of life and death: By hope and love and faith Transfigured to His likeness, 'Dove, Spouse, Sister, Mother,' Jesus saith.
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