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Hush'd is the anthem—closed the vow— The votive garland wither'd now; Yet holy still to me thou art, Thou that hast soothed so many a heart! And still must blessed influence flow From the meek glory of thy brow.

Still speak to suffering woman's love, Of rest for gentle hearts above; Of Hope, that hath its treasure there, Of Home, that knows no changeful air! Bright form, lit up with thoughts divine, Ave! such power be ever thine!