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THE LIGHTED BUILDING.

There is a building by yon river lone
And walking homewards, upon wintry nights,
When on the thorn the bitter north wind smites,
And in mine ear the rustling broom makes moan,—
Or on some mild dusk evening, ere hath shone
The moonlight on the Mourne,—the place doth seem
A blank and purposeless pile beside the stream.
But suddenly lit up, mine eye hath known
A line of lustrous windows all ablaze;—
A palace of enchantment exquisite,
A fairy fabric self-illuminated:—
Dark building of God's word! with what amaze
The heart surveys thee, what time thou art lit
As from within by Him who thee created.
Camus, 1862.