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[185] Yet here no evil thought finds place,
     Nor foot profane comes in;
Our grove, like that of Samothrace,
     Is set apart from sin.

We walk on holy ground; above
     A sky more holy smiles;
The chant of the beatitudes
     Swells down these leafy aisles.

Thanks to the gracious Providence
     That brings us here once more;
For memories of the good behind
     And hopes of good before!

And if, unknown to us, sweet days
     Of June like this must come,
Unseen of us these laurels clothe
     The river-banks with bloom;

And these green paths must soon be trod
     By other feet than ours,
Full long may annual pilgrims come
     To keep the Feast of Flowers;

The matron be a girl once more,
     The bearded man a boy,
And we, in heaven's eternal June,
     Be glad for earthly joy!


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