Only a Shrine, but Mine lyrics

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Only a Shrine, but Mine
I made the Taper shine
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come
Regard a Nun

Thou knowest every Woe
Needless to tell thee—so
But can'st thou do
The Grace next to it—heal?
That looks a harder skill to us
Still—just as easy, if it be thy Will
To thee—Grant me
Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?