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In caves of the lone wilderness thy youth
Thou hidest, shunning the rude throng of men,
And guarding the pure treasure of thy soul
From the least touch of sin.
There to thy sacred limbs the camel gave
A garment course; the rock a bed supplied;
The stream thy thirst, locusts ad honey wild
Thy hunger satisfied.
Oh, blest beyond the Prophets of old time!
They of the Saviour sang that was to be:
Him present to announce, and show to all,
Was granted but to thee.
Through the wide earth was never mortal man
Born holier than John; to whom was given
The guilty world’s Baptizer to baptize,
And ope the door of Heaven.
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