John Donne Poem

The Virgin Mary

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  For that fair blessed mother-maid, 
Whose flesh redeem’d us, that she-cherubin, 
  Which unlock’d paradise, and made 
One claim for innocence, and disseizèd sin, 
              Whose womb was a strange heaven, for there 
              God clothed Himself, and grew, 
Our zealous thanks we pour.  As her deeds were 
Our helps, so are her prayers ; nor can she sue 
In vain, who hath such titles unto you. 

The Angels
The Trinity

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