Ali the world's guests much hated
To dream of God they're fated
Ali around is evil hour
Sheltered solitarv flower
Blossoms there in its bower
Blazing brightly dawn does shine
Silence rarified divine
Does upon the world decline
Poor flower its peace preserved
Its fragrance wafts unobserved
Dispersing and yet conserved
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