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XII. ON THE MARIEN CAPELLE, Carlsbad.
One silver star with evening's twilight strove;Mid the dark pines, which base and summit hide,
A lone lamp glimmer'd on the mountain side,
As 'twere that star reflected from above;
The chapel of the Virgin! cold in love,
And proud of heart, forbear ye to deride;
Judge not his conscience, nor a brother chide,
Though to yourselves a stumbling-block it prove.
On this pure spot, its shrine with offerings hung,
Its rock by knees of suppliant pilgrims worn,
Intruding—dare I prayerless hence depart?
“Hail! Virgin mother, highly blest!” my tongue
Repeats the salutation, while my heart
Bows down in worship to the Virgin-born.
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