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Laus Patriæ Celestis.
Still all Hearts burning now with Hope at thy Gate,
Shall reach thy Rewards and possess them by Fate.
O Mansion unseen, O Syon so dear,
For thee spreads the Joy, for myself flows the Tear;
For my Flesh is of Earth, and earthward must keep,
Far, far from the Gladness I yearn for and weep.
O City eternal, built safe on the Shore,
Thy Walls and thy Turrets shine white evermore.
Long hallowed thy Splendors, fair City of Peace,
