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DILEXIT MULTUM.
Could I portray thy face, illuminate
With the high glory that it had for me,
Or deathless carve, in marble's sainted state,
The record of thy vanished majesty;
With the high glory that it had for me,
Or deathless carve, in marble's sainted state,
The record of thy vanished majesty;
Or could I, like the grief-inspired of old,
Dream out some Minster of divinest form,
Arch within arch, to cherish and enfold
Love's passing holiness from waste or worm;
Dream out some Minster of divinest form,
Arch within arch, to cherish and enfold
Love's passing holiness from waste or worm;
Or could I rear towards heav'n a life of good,
Whose date were from our meeting, faultless, strong,
With every thought sublimed and prayer-endued,
The annals of my days should praise thee long.
Whose date were from our meeting, faultless, strong,
With every thought sublimed and prayer-endued,
The annals of my days should praise thee long.
But gifts like these I have not, to embalm,
Enshrine, englorify thy memory;
Only, from stammering lips, the fitful psalm
Whose music wavers, when it speaks of thee.
Enshrine, englorify thy memory;
Only, from stammering lips, the fitful psalm
Whose music wavers, when it speaks of thee.
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Yet take my offering—Nature's simple skill
Shall stead for thee the perfect form of Art,
And my love's record, like to Mary's, dwell
Rich in the shattered vase and lavish heart.
Shall stead for thee the perfect form of Art,
And my love's record, like to Mary's, dwell
Rich in the shattered vase and lavish heart.
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