PASSING THE MINSTER.
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Praise to thine awful beauty, praise And peace, O warden of my ways! Bid o’er the brow to thee I raise, Eternal unction fall. Nobly and equally thou must Take adoration of my dust, And unto altitudes august Thy low-born lover call. Bless me; forget me not: a lone Clear Amen through thine arches blown, A heartstring of that Hope, a stone Fixed also in that Wall.