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By Olive Custance
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Blithe stranger from the gardens of our God, We welcome thee, for one is at thy side Whose voice is thrilling music, Love, thy Lord,
Whose tender glances stir thy soul, whose wide Wings wave above thee, thou awakened bride!
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