Pausing on her way to chapel
The village maiden raised her eyes
Clasping hands rough worn and dappled
Her humble gaze perused the skies
Soon she would be kneeling praying
Laying out her secret wishes
Unrequited rustic longings
Golden farmboys silver dishes
Now she glimpses 'twixt the cirrus
Angels cherubs thrones of fire
Blasting trumpets singing praises
Over stable, shippen, byre
Stumble to the rush-lit chapel
Stunned by her celestial view
Holied maiden trails the glory
All across the darkling pew
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