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Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fibre thrilling like harp strings, While incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. It's no wonder the hills and groves were God's first…

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fibre thrilling like harp strings, While incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. It’s no wonder the hills and groves were God’s first