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 ��STEPHEN PHILLIPS

��RE\^NGE FOR RHEIMS

Thou Permanence amid all things that pass I Unchanging Thought amid the drift of change ; Thou Rally of the Soul in days of dross ; How art Thou fallen !

Thou Prayer, that ever-rising, yet remained, That for seven hundred years didst sing and soar. Spirit with wings outspread tip-toe on Earth, How art Thou fallen !

Thou Vision frozen, and Thou Sigh transfixed ; Thou Camp of dreams. Thou Fort of faith un-

stormed. Time-worn, yet wearying t'ward Eternity, How art Thou fallen !

Thou wast to France her Inspiration old. Thou hadst for ivy earliest memories ; From Thee her Knights, her Angels long looked down ; How art Thou fallen !

What vengeance for Thy ruin shall She hurl ? O, be that vengeance, that the ruin stand. Only those Choirs for ever unrestored ! Ever unfallen !

— Stephen Phillips.

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