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<TITLE>The Altar</TITLE>
<POET>George Herbert</POET>

<VERSE>   A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,</VERSE>
<VERSE>   Made of a heart, and cemented with tears:</VERSE>
<VERSE>    Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;</VERSE>
<VERSE>    No workman's tool hath touched the same.</VERSE>
<VERSE>             A     HEART     alone</VERSE>
<VERSE>             Is   such   a   stone,</VERSE>
<VERSE>             As    nothing     but</VERSE>
<VERSE>             Thy  power  doth  cut.</VERSE>
<VERSE>             Wherefore  each  part</VERSE>
<VERSE>             Of  my   hard   heart</VERSE>
<VERSE>             Meets in  this  frame,</VERSE>
<VERSE>             To  praise  thy  name:</VERSE>
<VERSE>    That  if  I  chance  to  hold  my  peace,</VERSE>
<VERSE>    These stones to praise thee may not cease.</VERSE>
<VERSE>   O  let  thy  blessed   SACRIFICE   be   mine,</VERSE>
<VERSE>   And  sanctify   this   ALTAR   to  be  thine.</VERSE>

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