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HOLY INNOCENTS
All hail, ye flowers of martyrdom,
To life's mere threshold only come:
Smitten by him who Christ would smite,
As rosebuds by the whirlwind's might.
To life's mere threshold only come:
Smitten by him who Christ would smite,
As rosebuds by the whirlwind's might.
Victims the first of Christ the King,
His tender flock of offering:
Within the very altar's shade,
O babes, with palm and crown ye played.
His tender flock of offering:
Within the very altar's shade,
O babes, with palm and crown ye played.
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