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Just now we found it, somehow hid away—"Why, here's a copy we can let them read!"How many grateful borrowers have heldThese truth-revealing pages, fragile, worn,Replaced long since, but valiant still for duty.And so, once more, Love bids you on your way.

Kind messenger! We joyously recallThe day you came to us, all firm and new,A polished bar of gold in leather bound,Your cover bright with shining cross and crown.How tenderly we turned your chaste white leaves,Explored in awed delight from "Prayer" to "Fruitage."

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