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The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||
VIA INTELLIGENTIÆ.
O wash thine eyes with many a bitter tear;And all things shall grow clear.
Bend that proud forehead nearer to the ground;
And catch a far foot's sound.
Say! wouldst thou know what faithful suppliants feel?
Thou, too, even thou, must kneel.
Do but thy part; and ask not why or how:
Religion is a Vow.
They sang not idle songs; pledges they made
For thee, an infant, laid
In the Church's lucid bosom. These must thou
Fulfil, or else renounce! Fulfil them now.
A Cross, and not a wreath was planted on thy brow.
The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||