the altars of a household.
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Yes! Afric's sands, and Asia's isles, and Europe's classic strand,
Have each a shrine at which they kneel, that once united band.
Richly from each devoted heart the incense swells to Heaven,
As when around a mother's knee childhood's pure vows were given.
Have each a shrine at which they kneel, that once united band.
Richly from each devoted heart the incense swells to Heaven,
As when around a mother's knee childhood's pure vows were given.
Yet once again their voices swell within that glorious fane,
The only perfect home of love, where peace and rapture reign.
United, never more to part, they share that heavenly rest,
And raise a new and holier song, the anthem of the blest.
The only perfect home of love, where peace and rapture reign.
United, never more to part, they share that heavenly rest,
And raise a new and holier song, the anthem of the blest.
