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I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade / Thy western window, Chapel of St. John! / And hear its leaves repeat their benison / On him, whose hand if thy stones memorial laid; / Then I remember one of whom was said / In the world's darkest hour, "Behold thy son! " / And see him living still, and wandering on / And waiting for the advent long delayed. / Not only tongues of the apostles teach / Lessons of love and light, but these expanding / And sheltering boughs with all their leaves implore, / And say in language clear as human speech, / "The peace of God, that passeth understanding, / Be and abide with you forevermore! "