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THE HOLY CITY.

O! 'tis a glorious city! passing ken
Of eye, and stretch of thought! earth's cities glow
With no such lustre, nor such riches show.
Holiness is its name. Each citizen
Is pure and holy. There with sainted men,
Purg'd from the native dross of earth below,
And spirits whose natures no pollution know,
God dwells, and He who once for man was slain,
The Lamb all-spotless. Who a post would hold
Therein, by him must thitherward be trod
The path of holiness. That chosen fold
Defilement enters not. And lo, in broad
Letters of light its charter is inrolled,
“None but the pure in heart shall see their God.”