To mar the beauty of her holiness,
And all the nations which His blood shall sprinkle
The bride and bridegroom shall alike confess;
Forever one the twain;
Forevermore their reign! (Text.)
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CHURCH, THE COUNTRY
J. S. Cheavens remembers the church in the country in a poem, of which a part is here given:
In pillar’d aisles of vast cathedrals old,
Ablaze with splendor, garish gilt and gold,