And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes.
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THE CHERUBIC PILGRIM
God's spirit falls on me as dew drops on a rose,
If I but like a rose my heart to him unclose.
The soul wherein God dwells—what Church can holier be?
Becomes a walking tent of heavenly majesty.