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 His grey eye large and rayless; o'er his beads Aye wont to mutter forth the drowsy prayer. And meet companion came with these the form Of, like monk Dominican His garb. One hand Tertullian's volume grasp'd, Volume beloved! and high the other rear'd The thirsty sword, whose impious hilt display'd The cross. These join'd the theologic train.

The Doctors met—from cloister gloom recluse Or from the haunts luxurious of the abode, Episcopal they met, and sought the place Of judgment. Very ancient was the dome, The floor with many a monumental stone O'erspread, and brass-ensculptur'd effigy Of holy abbots honor'd in their day, Now to the grave gone down. The branching arms Of many a ponderous pillar met aloft, Wreath'd on the roof emboss'd. The windows gleam'd Awful and dim their many-colour'd light Rh