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Rh Of an ascended Saviour—through these walls Forever flow. Thou dedicated dome! Still in thy majesty and beauty stand, Stand, and give praise, until the rock-ribbed earth In her last throes shall tremble. Then dissolve Into thy native dust, with one long sigh Of melody, while the redeemed souls That 'neath thine arch to endless life were born, Go up on wings of glory, to the "house Not made with hands."