Voices from the Lakes, and Other Poems By the Rev. Charles D. Bell |
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ST MARY'S CHURCH, AMBLESIDE.
Sweet village church amidst the purple hills,That rise in grandeur from the emerald plain,
Like loving guardians of thy holy fane,
Built within sound of two clear mountain rills,
Whose music all the peaceful silence fills.
Dear house of God! Till life itself shall wane,
Thy memories shall haunt both heart and brain,
Never to fade till death these pulses still.
Oft in thy walls, so simple, yet so fair,
I've felt the calm that breathed from place and hour,—
The softened light, the organ's mellow power,
Sweet hymn, and thrilling psalm, and holy prayer;
So rapt the spirit, and so deep the spell,
If this were earth or heaven I could not tell.
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