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 Here thy throne and sceptre of thy station, Here the palace paven for thy feet; Here thy sign from nation unto nation Passed as watchword for thy guards to greet, Guards that go before thine exaltation, Ages, clothed with bitter years and sweet.

Here, where sharp the sea-bird shrills his ditty, Flickering flame-wise through the clear live calm, Rose triumphal, crowning all a city, Roofs exalted once with prayer and psalm, Built of holy hands for holy pity, Frank and fruitful as a sheltering palm.