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Laus Patriæ Celestis.
O Country so dear! I behold thy blest Flame,
And weep for the Glories that hallow thy Name;
A Name whose sweet Mention is Unction and Cure,
As pure to the Soul as thy Æther is pure.
Alone in thy Beauty, O fairest of Heights!
So jocund with Laughter, so calm with Delights,
Where Laurel and Cedar and Hyssop for all,
Unite in gay Garlands on thy jasper Wall;
Where Synods celestial, thy Fabric, arise,
Adorned with the Pearls and the Gems of the Skies;
But their Onyx and Topaz and Jewels unpriced,
Are dimmed by the Lustre which circles their Christ.
