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XV. AT GUISBOROUGH ABBEY.
Who stand by Guisborough's ruin find revealedNo abbey window, but an open door
With sight of distant wood and purple moor,
Through which, with shouts of some historic field,
Come belted squire, and knight with lance and shield,
Great dames, proud abbots, bowing o'er the floor
Of level sward; but One, for all men poor,
Waits in the shadow, and his lips are sealed.
Then down the nave—now roofed with purer heaven—
Through innocent flowers that fitly praise their God,
By aisles with grasses hushed in reverence,
Silent and sad He moves; to Him is given
A scourge of cords and an avenging rod:
He drives the world's religious robbers hence.
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