COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME,
A.D. 1856.
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This hand colossal from Colossus torn, This idol fragment pedestal'd on high, Fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn, Than in the pomp of its integrity. It heartens love, that finger pointing ever Up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home, Where members of one Lord no creed shall sever, Though sundered here, alas! in papal Rome. |
PURITANS AND RITUALISTS.
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In robes symbolical, through incensed air, Some pray in temples amid lights and hues, While some in tabernacles simply bare, Beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse. Pray, Christians, as ye will, by nurture swayed, Habit, tradition, phantasy, or youth— With faith is all; our Lord hath only said, He will be served in spirit and in truth. But, brethren of a brotherhood divine, So dear to Him on whom ye daily call, Why darken with the dust of strife malign The sunshine of that love that blesses all? |
