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23
THE CATHEDRAL MIND.
Temple of truths most eloquently spoken,Shrine of sweet thoughts veil'd-in with words of power,
The Author's mind replete with hallow'd riches
Stands a Cathedral: full of precious things,—
Tastefully built in harmonies unbroken,
Cloister, and aisle, dark crypt, and aëry tower;
Long-treasured relics in the fretted niches,
And secret stores, and heap'd-up offerings,
Art's noblest gems, with every fruit and flower,
Paintings and sculpture, choice imaginings,
Its plenitude of wealth and praise betoken;
An ever-burning lamp portrays the soul;
Deep music all around enchantment flings;
And God's great Presence consecrates the whole.
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