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And so we shake
The snowy flake
From cedar and myrtle fair;
And the boughs that nod
On the hills of God,
We raise to his glory there.

— Arthur Cleveland Coxe

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Notes from Wikiquote

Christian Ballads (New York: Wiley and Putnam, 1840), p. 82

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