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For her the Fates, severely kind, ordain
On Santa Croce’s golden-pillared shrine,
their blended rays
Upon a gorgeous crucifix, the theme
Upon his open brow a dignity
His thoughtful forehead, as in fervent prayer
The chancel-portals, with a crash, unfold,
Their way to the deep heart, -till bursts the swell
The chaunt hath ended ;-and throughout the throng
Draws near ;—the altar's marble stair ascends ;Ind on the velvet pall, with knee submissive, bends.
pours the man of God, in eloquent strain, The pious exhortation ;-he dilates Upon the wild variety of pain Which, in each labyrinth of life, awaits • The world's tired denizen ;'-pourtrays their fatęs Whom Pleasure 'witches with her
charms; And promises to her who dedicates Her youth to God,—from Passion's vain alarms shield, and sure repose in mild Religion's arms !