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Glitt ring balls and thoughtless revels	A
Fill up now each misspent night	B
Tis the reign of pride and folly	C
The Carnival is at its height	B
Every thought for siren pleasure	D
And its sinful feverish mirth	E
Who can find one moment s leisure	D
For aught else save things of earth	E
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But see sudden stillness falling	F
O er those revels late so loud	G
And a hush comes quickly over	D
All the maddened giddy crowd	G
For a voice from out our churches	H
Has proclaimed in words that burn	I
Only dust art thou proud mortal	J
And to dust shall thou return	I
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And behold Religion scatters	H
Dust and ashes on each brow	K
Thus replacing gem and flower	D
With that lowly symbol now	K
On the forehead fair of beauty	C
And on manhood s front of pride	L
Rich and poor and spirit weary	C
All receive it side by side	L
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And the hearts that throbbed so wildly	C
For vain pleasure s dreams alone	M
For its gilded gauds and follies	H
Now at length have calmer grown	M
Oh that voice with heavenly power	D
Through each restless breast hath thrilled	N
And our churches late so lonely	C
Now with contrite hearts are filled	N
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Fair and lovely are our altars	H
With their starry tapers bright	B
With dim clouds of fragrant incense	H
Fair young choristers in white	B
And the dying gleam of day light	B
With its blushing crimson glow	O
Streaming through the lofty casement	B
On the kneeling crowd below	O
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Tis an hour of golden promise	H
For the hearts that secret burn	I
With contrite and anxious wishes	H
To the Father to return	I
For a Saviour full of mercy	C
On His altar throne is there	P
Waiting but that they should ask Him	Q
For response to whispered prayer	P

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

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