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The Right-hand Door.

Faith.

I

A wanderer thro' the vale of years,
And westward bent her pilgrim feet,
Here Faith hath made her last retreat.
A wondrous key her shoulder bears,
The blue of Heav'n the stole she wears,
When Angels left sad Eden's seat,
She stay'd, fall'n man's companion meet;
Again his downcast head she rears,
And seeks the lost to bear their woes;
'Twas she at Jordan vigils kept,
And by Euphrates sat and wept:—
To them who will her secret prove
A hidden cross she doth disclose,
A word that may the mountains move.

II

Here now the Church's pillar'd shrine
She hath her habitation made,
And sanctified the solemn shade;
Bidding celestial brightness shine,
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Where else were but a formless mine.
When these dead walls her heaven-born aid,
And secret spirit shall pervade,
Terrestrial things become divine:
'Tis on her breath the Collect soars,
And Psalms attain the eternal doors;
No health in the baptismal wave,
In hallowed cup no power to save
Without her—Life a cheerless noon,
And Death a night without a moon.

III

Here when her rapt eye heavenward streams
In calm and holy Litanies,
She bringeth down the pitying skies;
The dove upon the fountain gleams,
In bread mysterious blessing teems.
Thence going forth she to chaste eyes
Clothes Nature with her sympathies;
When night's dark curtains fall, she seems,
On mountain tops with silvery feet,
Holding with Heav'n communion sweet;
When clouds Heav'n's moving surface wield,
She opes beyond her bright-blue shield;
When warring tumults gather near,
She lifts the consecrated spear.
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