The wandering roads command, THE BELOVED COUNTRY.
And bosom-deep in fragrant fields
The lined virgins stand,—
The Lady Mary walks abroad In that enchanted land.
Where convent cell and pilgrim path The mystic Quest proclaim, And olive-grove and vineyard feed The Chalice and the Flame, The faithful dead behold the light That veils the Fourfold Name.
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Mark out the labouring day. There, in the cool and silent hours, The Angels come to pray.
Ah ! there, I think, the little fauns That in the woodlands lie Sing anthems with the Saints of God, His works to glorify : For where His beauty comes to birth, His Love dote sanctify !
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