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Whereat I cried, ‘Blaspheme not! Thou dost speak
Of Christ the King! Wilt thou not worship Him?
Oh, look on yonder glittering domes and spires,
Those shining temples of a thousand shrines,
He built them all!—He made this blessed home
For pilgrims, yea, He built it with His blood!
Yet in thy folly thou denyest Him!’
Of Christ the King! Wilt thou not worship Him?
Oh, look on yonder glittering domes and spires,
Those shining temples of a thousand shrines,
He built them all!—He made this blessed home
For pilgrims, yea, He built it with His blood!
Yet in thy folly thou denyest Him!’
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