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MANNA.
Morn after morn on Paran's grassy floorLay Israel's pearl-like food, celestial, sweet;
The dew, exhaling, left it at their feet,
Circling their tents up to the very door;
They only stooped to gather it—no more;
No sowing, reaping, threshing of the wheat—
The corn of Heaven came down to them complete,
Without their toil or cost, a bounteous store.
Thus spiritual Manna now is shed
Around our homes, enough for all and each,
Without our labour, in abundance spread;
Only let Faith her daily hand out-reach
And gather for herself the Living Bread,
Sweet and refreshing past the power of speech.
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