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104 THE NECROPOLIS AT GLASGOW.
Though slain, trusts on, though buried, hopes to rise,
In ashes fans a fire that never dies,
And with the resurrection s dawning light
Shall burst its bonds, revivify, unite,
Rush to its long lost friend, with stainless grace,
And dwell forever in its pure embrace.
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