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Periwinkle

Periwinkle Magdalen,
Ever near the tomb,
Weeps her hidden Lord again
'Mid the twilight gloom;


Till the wonder of surprise
Clears her overclouded eyes,
And the Resurrection lies
In each chalice-bloom.

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