Temple Garlands
There is a temple in my heart
—Where moth or rust can never come,
A temple swept and set apart,
—To make my soul a home.
And round about the doors of it
—Hang garlands that forever last,
That gathered once are always sweet;
—The roses of the Past!
—Where moth or rust can never come,
A temple swept and set apart,
—To make my soul a home.
And round about the doors of it
—Hang garlands that forever last,
That gathered once are always sweet;
—The roses of the Past!
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