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When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
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By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
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The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
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Then on! then on! where duty leads, My course be onward still.
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Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.
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I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play.
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