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THE VEIL OF THE TEMPLE.
The royal purple and the heavenly blueWith mystic crimson richly intertwine,
To weave a cunning veil before the shrine
Of glory, all too bright for mortal view.
One only—once a year—may venture through
That curtain, to behold the Light Divine.
Not without blood and incense—twofold sign—
In fear he entered and in fear withdrew.
Not yet the way to the Holiest was made plain;
Not yet on men might Heaven's full glory shine,
Till Christ's last sigh sundered the Veil in twain;
And now through His rent “flesh” the right is mine
Fearless to pass yon veil of azure hue,
And bask in bliss supreme, eternal, true.
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