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PALM SUNDAY
The clouds of incense mounting in the air,
The heavy fervent smell,
Palm-branches waving by the altar-stair,
While we redeemed from hell,
The heavy fervent smell,
Palm-branches waving by the altar-stair,
While we redeemed from hell,
We knelt together humbly, she and I,
Before the red-stained East,
To seek for mercy from our sin, as high
The purple-vestured priest
Before the red-stained East,
To seek for mercy from our sin, as high
The purple-vestured priest
Held up the chalice to the face of God,
And a long silence fell,
Three times and as the wine became God's blood
Thrice rang the smitten bell.
And a long silence fell,
Three times and as the wine became God's blood
Thrice rang the smitten bell.
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Then like two slaves regaining liberty,
When the long mass was done,
With prayer and sadness left behind us, we
Emerged into the sun,
When the long mass was done,
With prayer and sadness left behind us, we
Emerged into the sun,
Forgot what hearts had felt or eyes had seen
And gave ourselves to mark
Friends' faces as we talked and strolled between
The toilettes of Hyde Park.
And gave ourselves to mark
Friends' faces as we talked and strolled between
The toilettes of Hyde Park.
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