The Christian Scholar By the Author of "The Cathedral" [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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 | The Christian Scholar |  |
“Lo, how the laurel of Apollo shakes!
How the whole temple to its centre quakes!
Far, far aloof, thou sinner! 'tis the God,
With beauteous foot who on his threshold trod.
See how the Delian palm nods suddenly,
And sweet the swan is singing in the sky.
Open yourselves, ye portals! wide expand,
Ye glittering bars, it is the God at hand!
Ye youths, attune your songs, the dance enfold,
None, but the good, Apollo can behold.
On him that sees thee not a curse doth rest,
Great he that sees thee; O be manifest
To us, far-darting God, and we are blest.”
How the whole temple to its centre quakes!
Far, far aloof, thou sinner! 'tis the God,
With beauteous foot who on his threshold trod.
See how the Delian palm nods suddenly,
And sweet the swan is singing in the sky.
Open yourselves, ye portals! wide expand,
Ye glittering bars, it is the God at hand!
Ye youths, attune your songs, the dance enfold,
None, but the good, Apollo can behold.
On him that sees thee not a curse doth rest,
Great he that sees thee; O be manifest
To us, far-darting God, and we are blest.”
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