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A CRUCIFORM CHURCH.
(ROTHERHAM.)
Where the far-stretching nave and glorious choirWith stately transepts, intersecting, blend,
And form a mighty Cross, I see ascend
As with a leap to Heaven the tapering spire.
It bids me lift my looks and longings higher
Than this world's smoke and cloud—to let them tend
To yonder azure Home and gracious Friend,
And set on things above my heart's desire.
Thus, resting on the Cross as on its base,
See the fair fabric of Religion rise,
Truth her foundation and her topstone Grace:
Thus ever upwards see her point men's eyes
Which some celestial ladder seem to trace,
Its foot on earth, its summit in the skies.
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