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Then may rot one poor floweret’s bluom 
The holier memory share 
Of Him, who, to avert our doom, 
Vouchsafed our sins to bear 2 
God dwelleth not in temples rear’d 
By work of human hands, 
Yet shrines august, by men revered 
Are found in Christian lands. 
And may not e’en a simple flower 
Proclaim His glorious praise, 
Whose fiat, only, had the power 
Its form from earth to raise ? 
Then freely let thy blossom ope 
Its beauties—to recall 
A scene which bids the humble hope 
In Him who died for all ! 

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