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104 THE NECROPOLIS AT GLASGOW.

Though slain, trusts on, though buried, hopes to rise,

In ashes fans a fire that never dies,

And with the resurrection s dawning light

Shall burst its bonds, revivify, unite,

Rush to its long lost friend, with stainless grace,

And dwell forever in its pure embrace.

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