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built a temple for the God, 'Twas in a myrtle grove, Where the bee and the butterfly Vied for each blossom's love.

The marble pillars rose like snow, Glittering in the sunshine: A thousand roses shed their breath, Like incense, o'er the shrine.

And there were censers of perfume, Vases with their sweet showers,