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Rh 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.