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X. MECHLIN.
A tall church tower reared o'er the busy dinOf some vast city, an illumined page
From ancient missal torn, and placed within
Some noisy pamphlet of this boisterous age;—
Such hath thy thought, dear Mechlin, been to me,
A blessed isle in memory's boundless sea.
Methought a voiceless benediction fell
Upon me, as I paced thy quiet square;
Within the choir a faint unearthly smell
Of incense brooded o'er the cloistral air,
The presence-token of One who sojourned there,
Perchance unheeded; a mysterious spell
Unsphered my rapt soul, and the veil was furled
That hides our contact with the spirit-world.
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