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I pray in the country church, alas!
 * With missal and mind contrary;

And in spite of the hymn and the blessed Mass,
 * In spite of my Ave Mary,

My fancies are drowned in the faces around,
 * In spite of my Ave Mary!

The bluffs, the breeze, the bulwark trees,
 * Are grand and glad and holy yet;

The river as proudly seeks the seas
 * As it did in the days of Joilet—

It’s wave-lips stirr’d with the babble of a bird
 * As a psalm and a psalter for Joilet.