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There was gladness in Zion, her standard was flying, 120

28

These are the crowns that we shall wear,

39

132

184

This is not my place of resting,

Thou art in heaven, and I am still on earth,

Thou art no child of the city,

Thy way, not mine, O Lord,. Thy works, not mine, O Christ, Till the day dawn ,.

Time's sun is fast setting,

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' Tis not for man to trifle,

' Tis first the true and then the beautiful,

' Tis Autumn now,.

' Tis the summons to battle,

' Tis thus they press the hand and part,

To dream a troubled dream,.

Where the wave murmurs not,

Yes, for me, for me he careth,

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Trust not these seas again,

Up and away, like the dew of the morning, Was this earth sunnier in the days of old? What a world with all its sorrows, Where the faded flower shall freshen,

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161

147

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