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V. AT THE PARISH CHURCH, SCARBOROUGH.
The bells rang loud; below, the vessels layAs if they listened to a preacher's tone,
Crying, “O, wandering souls, why have ye gone
Labouring in vain, and wherefore will ye stray?”
I looked, and into distance, lo, the bay
Gleamed like the sea that beats before the Throne,—
Glass mixed with fire; and bells, waves, boats, in one,
A thousand “Hallelujahs!” seemed to say.
I entered. In the church, the chanting choir
Did but prolong that vision of accord,
When all who wander, weary, tempest-tost,
Shall stand upon the sea of molten fire;
And, with the harps of God, a choral host
Shall sing the marvellous glory of the Lord.
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