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THE CITY OF GOD.
Who art thou, jostling thro' the dreary crowd
Of stern lean-visaged men, and from thy youth
Perceiving in the wealthy and the proud
No thought of brotherhood, no touch of ruth?
Of stern lean-visaged men, and from thy youth
Perceiving in the wealthy and the proud
No thought of brotherhood, no touch of ruth?
Who art thou, with the bare unshelter'd head,
With the glued lips, and sinews tense, and strong
Brave heart but sad, that for thy daily bread
'Mid the swart gnomes of labour wrestlest long?
With the glued lips, and sinews tense, and strong
Brave heart but sad, that for thy daily bread
'Mid the swart gnomes of labour wrestlest long?
Who art thou, that, with purpose to be whole,
Tramplest thy partial natures down, and bidst
The unseemly scaffolds round about thy soul
Collapse, and leave thee settled in the midst?
Tramplest thy partial natures down, and bidst
The unseemly scaffolds round about thy soul
Collapse, and leave thee settled in the midst?
Yea, who, that strivest sorrowest unto death,—
Not wholly bound for interest or for love
Unto the things that are, but underneath
Intent to gaze beyond them and above?
Not wholly bound for interest or for love
Unto the things that are, but underneath
Intent to gaze beyond them and above?
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There is a city set upon an hill—
There is a somewhere that is more than home—
There is a source where thou shalt drink thy fill—
Approach: the Spirit and the Bride say, Come!
There is a somewhere that is more than home—
There is a source where thou shalt drink thy fill—
Approach: the Spirit and the Bride say, Come!
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