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IX. PISGAH.

In th' irreligious city of the Seine
I sat, a listener at the Master's feet,
And to my soul his earnest words were sweet
As to parch'd earth the fertilizing rain.
He show'd me how men's spirits once again
In witness of a common faith shall meet,
And how their hearts in unison shall beat
Under Humanity's eternal reign.
The dawn is spreading over hill and plain,
And, when the growing morn full day shall be,
The renovated life of all our kind
Its metropolitan home and fane shall find
For ages long—O wondrous destiny!—
In the religious city of the Seine.