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There stand those walls
High on that hill where storms have thinned the woods.
Saint Paul is instant in his affirmation
That Faith and Hope are children both of Love.
O noble Twins, I never felt your greatness
Until that happy day! There 'mid yon woods
I founded Fulda, and its Monastery!
That Church will prove a Mother Church! Yet there
I met my first repulse.
High on that hill where storms have thinned the woods.
Saint Paul is instant in his affirmation
That Faith and Hope are children both of Love.
O noble Twins, I never felt your greatness
Until that happy day! There 'mid yon woods
I founded Fulda, and its Monastery!
That Church will prove a Mother Church! Yet there
I met my first repulse.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |