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 THE PROPHET'S VISION.

EZEKIEL XLVII.

look'd, and from the Temple gate Where the bright orient glow'd, Fast by the altar's hallow'd base A stream like chrystal flow'd.

Bathing the feet, that limpid spring With gentlest murmur crept, Then deepening to a bolder flood In fearless current swept.

Till, spreading out, a river broad In strong, translucent tide,


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