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CROWN JEWELS.

Thine eye can still behold them,
Their place no more I see,
No watch can I keep o'er them,
Oh, watch o'er them for me!

They are Thine own: I would not
Adorn myself with them;
Thou hast ordained their beauty;
To grace Thy diadem.

Thy love awhile hath granted
These "stones of grace" to me:
And now I leave my treasure,
In trust, O Lord, with Thee.

For some, long time I travailed,
With many a hope and fear,
And marked them growing brighter
With each succeeding year.

And some are freshly gathered
From darksome pit and mine,
By the ensign of Thy power
In Thy kingly crown to shine.

Fairer than Zion's mountain,
The eastern sun hath kissed,
Shines in its modest beauty
Thy purple Amethyst.