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And so, at last, we find the basis stone,
The sure foundation of all virtues, Truth .
Through layers of materials select,
All rich, and rare, and gathered from afar,
And prized alike by angels and good men,
And hated by all those who hate the light,
We come to this, the deepest and the best!
This holds them all, and well may hold them all;
For 'tis the richest gem in Crown divine,
And sparkles brightest on the Orient Throne.
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