On sacred buildings doom'd in dust to lie;
"On seats," they tell, "where priests 'mid tapers dim
Breathed the warm prayer, or tuned the midnight hymn;
Where trembling penitents their guilt confess'd;
Where want had succour, and contrition rest.
There weary men from trouble found relief,
There men in sorrow found repose from grief;
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To scenes like these the fainting soul retired;
Revenge and anger in these cells expired;