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THE MONOTONE
As in a Minster, when a choir unseen
On some rich monotone unceasing dwells
Of creed or prayer, while all about them swells
Now faint and low, now stately and serene
On some rich monotone unceasing dwells
Of creed or prayer, while all about them swells
Now faint and low, now stately and serene
The brooding organ-music, breathing peace
On what seemed harsh, and making all things fair
And clean and new, till on the awe-struck air
The grave melodious thunders roll and cease.
On what seemed harsh, and making all things fair
And clean and new, till on the awe-struck air
The grave melodious thunders roll and cease.
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So would I that my heart should softly trace
Some wise intent; thro' sweet and gracious hours
One steadfast tone, and through bewildering woes
One steadfast tone, whatever tempest lowers;
And ere I come to die, for some brief space
Silence and recollection and repose!
Some wise intent; thro' sweet and gracious hours
One steadfast tone, and through bewildering woes
One steadfast tone, whatever tempest lowers;
And ere I come to die, for some brief space
Silence and recollection and repose!
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