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And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love Made one another's hermitage; You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage; Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove Into the glasses of your eyes (So made such mirrors, and such spies, That they did all to you epitomize); Countries, towns, courts beg from above A pattern of your love." -John Donne (1572-1631), The Canonization |