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Eve (search for this): chapter 42
To a young convert. Lulled by sweet words and lured by saintly charms, I see thy weary, wandering steps begin To enter where the Church spreads wide her arms, Arms that have clasped their many thousands in. From turret-windows and from high-arched door Looks many a face of saint and martyr dear: “Hail, Eve's lost daughter, Hevae filia exul. wanderer now no more! Earth's chill damp air shall never reach thee here! “Here Dante, Bayard, Catherine knelt in prayer; Come in! their great remembrance makes us strong.” Oh, enter not! for peril haunts the air Which even the loveliest lips have breathed too long. Come out upon the mountain tops with me! See the glad day break o'er their spires of blue! There lies within those cloisters' tracery A deadlier poison than in dankest dew. The Orient sun, that in that templed span Lit all of beauty saintliest eyes could see, Still falls in blessing on the humblest man Who works for freedom with a soul set free. In vain I thou canst not; yet t<
Dante (search for this): chapter 42
To a young convert. Lulled by sweet words and lured by saintly charms, I see thy weary, wandering steps begin To enter where the Church spreads wide her arms, Arms that have clasped their many thousands in. From turret-windows and from high-arched door Looks many a face of saint and martyr dear: “Hail, Eve's lost daughter, Hevae filia exul. wanderer now no more! Earth's chill damp air shall never reach thee here! “Here Dante, Bayard, Catherine knelt in prayer; Come in! their great remembrance makes us strong.” Oh, enter not! for peril haunts the air Which even the loveliest lips have breathed too long. Come out upon the mountain tops with me! See the glad day break o'er their spires of blue! There lies within those cloisters' tracery A deadlier poison than in dankest dew. The Orient sun, that in that templed span Lit all of beauty saintliest eyes could see, Still falls in blessing on the humblest man Who works for freedom with a soul set free. In vain I thou canst not; yet t<
Bayard (search for this): chapter 42
To a young convert. Lulled by sweet words and lured by saintly charms, I see thy weary, wandering steps begin To enter where the Church spreads wide her arms, Arms that have clasped their many thousands in. From turret-windows and from high-arched door Looks many a face of saint and martyr dear: “Hail, Eve's lost daughter, Hevae filia exul. wanderer now no more! Earth's chill damp air shall never reach thee here! “Here Dante, Bayard, Catherine knelt in prayer; Come in! their great remembrance makes us strong.” Oh, enter not! for peril haunts the air Which even the loveliest lips have breathed too long. Come out upon the mountain tops with me! See the glad day break o'er their spires of blue! There lies within those cloisters' tracery A deadlier poison than in dankest dew. The Orient sun, that in that templed span Lit all of beauty saintliest eyes could see, Still falls in blessing on the humblest man Who works for freedom with a soul set free. In vain I thou canst not; yet th<
1850 AD (search for this): chapter 42
xul. wanderer now no more! Earth's chill damp air shall never reach thee here! “Here Dante, Bayard, Catherine knelt in prayer; Come in! their great remembrance makes us strong.” Oh, enter not! for peril haunts the air Which even the loveliest lips have breathed too long. Come out upon the mountain tops with me! See the glad day break o'er their spires of blue! There lies within those cloisters' tracery A deadlier poison than in dankest dew. The Orient sun, that in that templed span Lit all of beauty saintliest eyes could see, Still falls in blessing on the humblest man Who works for freedom with a soul set free. In vain I thou canst not; yet thy cheeks grow pale While thy lips smile, and rapture lights thine eyes; The tender fascinations slow prevail, And half thy life before the altar dies. Will it die all? I know not. I can wait. The free air presses round the cloister door, And I shall listen at that stern-barred gate To hear thy sweet voice pray for life once more. 1850