 | [Poems by Howe in] Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910 |  |
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A MOMENT'S MEDITATION IN COLOGNE CATHEDRAL
Enter Life's high cathedral
With reverential heart,
Its lofty oppositions
Matched with divinest art.
With reverential heart,
Its lofty oppositions
Matched with divinest art.
Thought with its other climbing
To meet and blend on high;
Man's mortal and immortal
Wed for eternity.
To meet and blend on high;
Man's mortal and immortal
Wed for eternity.
When noon's high mass is over,
Muse in the silent aisles;
Wait for the coming vespers
In which new promise smiles.
Muse in the silent aisles;
Wait for the coming vespers
In which new promise smiles.
When from the dome height echoes
An “Ite, missa est,”
Whisper thy last thanksgiving,
Depart, and take thy rest.
An “Ite, missa est,”
Whisper thy last thanksgiving,
Depart, and take thy rest.
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