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Rh The young and laurelled heads shall shine,

Making a glory in your days

As a light burns in a secret shrine:

The Love of the Lord is passing praise.

The Lord recalls not gifts once given:

They shall sit down beside your hearth;

They shall come in, in white, new-shriven,

Make you new Heaven and a new earth.

The Will of the Lord is great and good,

The cup of your joy shall He brim o'er;

They shall come in with life renewed.

They shall go out from you no more.