No Life can pompless pass away —
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here —
How cordial is the mystery!
The hospitable Pall
A “this way” beckons spaciously —
A Miracle for all!
No Life can pompless pass away —
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here —
How cordial is the mystery!
The hospitable Pall
A “this way” beckons spaciously —
A Miracle for all!
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