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ITbe f ragf ant Bote IBbok 



aisles, nave, spires, choirs and all. Flowers are on the altar 

 and the Benedicite is always being sung. A hushed and 

 almost solemn reverence steals over us while the breeze high ^^^ 

 above our heads intones a liturgy quite its own. Be you Jew 

 or Gentile, Turk or infidel, bond or free, it is a divine worship 

 which we attend. 



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