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 Or, at the shrine of Liberty and Love, Where thou didst worship ardently and die, Shall I now join the gods come from above With thy sweet songs this shrine to beautify?

Ye sapling-pines of star-kissed Lebanon, Ye cedars laden with a wealth of years, Send with the mist of dawn and the rising sun Your garlands, and your incense, and your tears.