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AN AWAKENING
A rose
above the gateway hung,
A rose of Paradise;
And as I passed, the petals flung
Their sweet dews on my eyes.
A rose of Paradise;
And as I passed, the petals flung
Their sweet dews on my eyes.
Darkened the world and its desire,
My naked sin I see.
Oh, is it balm, or burning fire,
This grace that falls on me?
My naked sin I see.
Oh, is it balm, or burning fire,
This grace that falls on me?
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