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VESPERS.

THROUGH the old cathedral window

Steals the parting light of day,

Painting many a curious fresco,

Writing many a mystic lay.

'Neath the lofty Gothic archway

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Stands the altar old and grim,

With a cross of Lebanon cedar;

On its arms it beareth Him.

And a gold and scarlet sunbeam,

Darting up the sacred aisle,

Crowns Him with a crown of glory,

Lights Him with a holy smile,

Sheds its radiance on the crimson

Streamlet from his pierced side;

From his hands and feet the life blood

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