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sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton

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THE GOLDEN CANDLESTICK.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE GOLDEN CANDLESTICK.

From suns that set or moons that change no light
Entered the Holy Place; but utter gloom
Pervaded that mysterious ante-room,
Till from the Candlestick there burst a bright
And sevenfold stream of glory, day and night;
And, like a lamp that burns within a tomb,
The golden branches, olive-fed, illume
The darkness with a flame that soothes the sight.
So not from light of Nature but of Grace
The lamp of Truth, with branches manifold,
Shines brightly in the Church—earth's holy place:
Oh, may it shed a lustre clear and bold,
The world to illumine and the Lord to greet,
Whene'er we hear approach His priestly feet!