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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIII
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Nor later, when with her my childhood died,
 Was life less sealed to me. The Church became
 My guardian next and mother deified,
 Who lit within me a more subtle flame
 Of constancy, and clothed me in her mood.
 No sound, no voice within that sanctuary
 Told me of common evil. Unsubdued
 And vast and strange, a thing from which to flee,
 The world lay there without us. We within,
 Fenced in and folded safe in our strong home,
 Knew nothing of the sorrow and the sin.
 `Tis no small matter to have lived in Rome,
 In the Church`s very bosom and abode,
 Cloistered and cradled there, a child of God.
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