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|I see His Blood Upon the Rose|
I see his blood upon the rose|
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;|
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voiceand carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,|
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
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