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 "The luminous ceilings, where soaring for ever Dim hosts of plumed angels smoked up to the sky, With God-litten faces that yearned to the giver

"As vapours of morning the sun draws on high, Now ravaged with rain hear the hollow winds whistle Through rifts in the rafters which echo their cry.

"Blest walls that were vowed to the Virgin now bristle With weeds of sick scarlet and plague-spotted moss, And stained on the ground, choked with thorn and rank thistle,

"Rots a worm-eaten Christ on a mouldering Cross. From the House of my fathers, distraught, broken-hearted, With a pang of immense, irredeemable loss,