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WYTHEBURN CHAPEL AND HOSTEL. |
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 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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WYTHEBURN CHAPEL AND HOSTEL.
Here, traveller, pause and think, and duly think
What happy, holy thoughts may heavenward rise,
Whilst thou and thy good steed together drink
Beneath this little portion of the skies.
What happy, holy thoughts may heavenward rise,
Whilst thou and thy good steed together drink
Beneath this little portion of the skies.
See! on one side, a humble house of prayer,
Where Silence dwells, a maid immaculate,
Save when the Sabbath and the priest are there,
And some few hungry souls for manna wait.
Where Silence dwells, a maid immaculate,
Save when the Sabbath and the priest are there,
And some few hungry souls for manna wait.
Humble it is and meek and very low,
And speaks its purpose by a single bell;
But God Himself, and He alone, can know
If spiry temples please Him half so well.
And speaks its purpose by a single bell;
But God Himself, and He alone, can know
If spiry temples please Him half so well.
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Then see the world, the world in its best guise,
Inviting thee its bounties to partake;
Dear is the Sign's old time-discolour'd dyes,
To weary trudger by the long black lake.
Inviting thee its bounties to partake;
Dear is the Sign's old time-discolour'd dyes,
To weary trudger by the long black lake.
And pity 'tis that other studded door,
That looks so rusty right across the way,
Stands not always as was the use of yore,
That whoso passes may step in and pray.
That looks so rusty right across the way,
Stands not always as was the use of yore,
That whoso passes may step in and pray.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |