Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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To kneel for long years, and cast at its feet
Our heart's best gifts as an offering meet —
Yet the altar still cold, nor voice nor sign
Proclaim the fair image indeed divine —
To see its proud colors fade day by day,
Its faultless lines crumble slowly away,
Till we find, at last, 'tis but common clay !
