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Let not the false similitude
Of marble shame the honest wood;
    Let not Hypocrisy
    Within our temple be.

Let not the breath of worldly gain
Its sacred atmosphere profane;
    Let Mammon come not near
    The souls which worship here.

Let Bigotry, and Fear, and Doubt
Remain forevermore without;
    Let not their shadows fall
    Within its holy wall.

Lest, when the Christ—as once of yore
He entered at the temple door—
    Shall come to see how dim
    Our love has grown for him,—

To see how much of good and grace
We're gathered to His dwelling-place,
    He speak reproofs, as then,
    Against the sins of men,