Corrected

While painting a bucolic scene I saw the Virgin Mary;

And realising this heavenly vision I depicted her;

A Jewish woman, plainly dressed looking weary:

In my passion for her devotion, I spread the word;

Devout Christians coming from all around to see;

And they laughed and began mocking me;

Shouting it was a false image and a blasphemy;

And they beat me and turned me into an outcast;

But ten years after I saw her again, and painted her;

In my mental state I saw a Botticellian virgin beauty;

And they came and they saw and I was believed.

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