On S. John the Baptist
Marino
As the youthful morning's light,
Chasing the dark shades of night,
By its blushes doth betray,
The approaching of the day:
So this Star that doth forerun
The day of our salvation;
Dy'd in's purple blood, doth rise,
And the sun appearing, dies.
As the youthful morning's light,
Chasing the dark shades of night,
By its blushes doth betray,
The approaching of the day:
So this Star that doth forerun
The day of our salvation;
Dy'd in's purple blood, doth rise,
And the sun appearing, dies.
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