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A Temple Service.
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A writing for the scrolls of scribes,
The graven gates
That tell the triumphs of the tribes
On brazen plates.
The graven gates
That tell the triumphs of the tribes
On brazen plates.
priests.
Wherefore the heavy hearts and sad
Be grown all glad,
And rainbow light in eyes yet rimmed
By grief that dimmed.
Be grown all glad,
And rainbow light in eyes yet rimmed
By grief that dimmed.
Wherefore the mouth by mourning mute,
The feeble foot,
Hath joy in it as meat and bread,
Is strong of tread.
The feeble foot,
Hath joy in it as meat and bread,
Is strong of tread.
people.
In garden ground the summer burns,
Not yet grown old,
And on the corn whose colour turns
From green to gold ;
Not yet grown old,
And on the corn whose colour turns
From green to gold ;
But harvest men, before they make
The sickle sharp,
Go up to keep the days sweet sake
With heart and harp.
The sickle sharp,
Go up to keep the days sweet sake
With heart and harp.
priests.
It falls within the twofold time:
The youngest prime
Of fruit, the latest looks of flowers,
Are on its hours.
The youngest prime
Of fruit, the latest looks of flowers,
Are on its hours.