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X. THE CATACOMBS.

Whoever seeks for penitential days
And vows that fitly on such days attend
A region apt, his wanderings here may end:
These caverns, winding in sepulchral maze
Are stronger than the desert's loneliest ways
Thoughts meek and sad with lofty thoughts to blend:—
Descend, great Pontiff! Sovran Priest, descend!
Let all the Princes of the Church upraise
With annual rites their sceptres here to God!
Kings of the nations, purpling those strange glooms
With robes imperial on your faces sink
Sink, and be saved, in those dread catacombs!
And deeply of the inspiring incense drink
That rises from the dust the Martyrs trod!