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For him yon clanging Bell a symbol bears,That deadens every natural voice of spring.
Fitter for him the croaking chant, the prayers,
The torch, the cross, the censer's golden swing,
The organ-fugue,—a prisoned eagle's wing
Beating the frescoed dome,—the empty feast
Where at his tinselled altar stands the gay-robed priest.
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