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 Yet be his anchor e'er so fast, room is there for a prayer, That man may never lose his mind in mountains black and bare; That he may stray, league after league, some great birthplace to find, And keep his vision clear from speck, his inward sight unblind.

 

Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee Ever such a dream could see; Not St. John, in Patmos' isle, In the passion of his toil, When he saw the churches seven, Golden-aisled, built up in heaven, Gazed at such a rugged wonder, As I stood its roofing under. Lo! I saw one sleeping there, On the marble cold and bare; While the surges washed his feet, And his garments white did beat Drenched about the sombre rocks; On his neck his well-grown locks, Lifted dry above the main, Were upon the curl again. "What is this? and what art thou?" Whispered I, and touched his brow; 