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Laus Patriæ Celestis.
O Syon so golden, O City so pure!
Thy Beauty and Brightness what Heart can endure?
I know not, I know not, the Joy and the Light
Which in thy grand Portals will burst on my Sight,
And vanquished I falter to utter thy Praise,
Am conquered, exhausted, thy Glories to raise.
Fair Syon! thy Halls are resounding with Song,
Full, full of the Pæans of Earth's martyred Throng,
Bright Bands of the Blessed, their Prince stands between,
