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About a holy shrine or sacred place, / Where many hearts have bowed in earnest prayer, / The loveliest spirits congregate from space, / And bring their sweet, uplifting influence there.
If in your chamber you pray oft and well, / Soon will these angel-messengers arrive / And make their home with you, and where they dwell / All worthy toil and purposes shall thrive.
I know a humble, plainly furnished room, / So thronged with presences serene and bright, / The heaviest heart therein forgets its gloom / As in some gorgeous temple filled with light.
Those heavenly spirits, beauteous and divine, / Live only in an atmosphere of prayer; / Make for yourself a sacred, fervent shrine, / And you will find them swiftly flocking there.