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Martini's Annunciation and Two Saints (detail)
O match the Beauty of the star

whose hunger, longings lie afar
& cannot this so small ripe Earth
devour with deadly Birth

Match O th'sweetness of the flower

whose sickly arms with every Hour
fall to th'ground--their feeble might
not lasting even through th'night

Or match the patience of the tree

whose weighty Mind its deep eternity
does not extend
to enemy or friend

Match wisest Knowledge's demise

which, with more knowledge: dies

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