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ECHOES.
As one, who walks upon a windy night
Through unknown streets to reach the Minster door,
Guides not his footsteps by the gusty light,
But by the clangour that the wild bells pour;
Yet oft he pauses, when in the wind's roar
Some louder echo calls him left or right;
And much he joys when, full of angels bright,
He sees the great rose-window flame before.
Through unknown streets to reach the Minster door,
Guides not his footsteps by the gusty light,
But by the clangour that the wild bells pour;
Yet oft he pauses, when in the wind's roar
Some louder echo calls him left or right;
And much he joys when, full of angels bright,
He sees the great rose-window flame before.
So if the wanderer in life's ways attend
To catch the heavenly carillon, above
Its earthly echoes, Nature, Art, and Love:
Then in his ears, as earth's sweet voices end,
The bells sound clearer, and before his eyes
Bright windows open in the darkening skies.
To catch the heavenly carillon, above
Its earthly echoes, Nature, Art, and Love:
Then in his ears, as earth's sweet voices end,
The bells sound clearer, and before his eyes
Bright windows open in the darkening skies.
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