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Rh 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, When Time and its Tumults, then silent, shall cease.