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A TYROLESE VILLAGE.
This village, thronged with churches, needeth none:Each house like some old missal rich and quaint
Is blazoned o'er with prophet, seer, and saint:
Each court a separate sanctity hath won.
Here a great Angel stands crowned with the sun:
Magdalene there pours her perpetual plaint:
There o'er her child the Maiden without taint
Bends—as His mercy bends o'er worlds undone.
Of earth's proud centres none like this recalls
That mystic City in the realms supernal
Built upon God, whose light is God alone;
The very stones cry out: the eloquent walls
Plainly confess that Name the proud disown;
The Father's glory and the Son Eternal.
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