Buy them no jewels for a crown,
Plait them no flowers for a wreath;
They wear a happier renown
Than any mortals can bequeath.
The halo of the sun is dim
Beside the brightness which they shed—
The everlasting joy of Him
Who placed it on each lifted head.
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