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AT MULLION (CORNWALL)
Sunday
Where the blue dome is infinite,
And choral voices of the sea
Chaunt the high lauds, or meek, as now,
Intone their ancient litany;
And choral voices of the sea
Chaunt the high lauds, or meek, as now,
Intone their ancient litany;
Where through his ritual pomp still moves
The Sun in robe pontifical,
Whose only creed is catholic light,
Whose benediction is for all;
The Sun in robe pontifical,
Whose only creed is catholic light,
Whose benediction is for all;
I enter with glad face uplift,
Asperged on brow and brain and heart;
I am confessed, absolved, illumed,
Receive my blessing and depart.
Asperged on brow and brain and heart;
I am confessed, absolved, illumed,
Receive my blessing and depart.
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