English poem
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O city girt with glory! Thou scene of quiet rest, Where dwells the King Eternal— O beautiful and blest! Thy streets are filled with glorious song, The praises of a myriad throng.
Versos English John Brownlie I
Versos English John Brownlie I
English poem
O city girt with glory! Thou scene of quiet rest, Where dwells the King Eternal— O beautiful and blest! Thy streets are filled with glorious song, The praises of a myriad throng.