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GODMINSTER CHIMES.

ODMINSTER! is it Fancy's

play?

I know not, but the word

Sings in my heart, nor can I say

I dreamed the name, or heard ; Yet fragrant in my mind it clings As bloffoms after rain,

And builds of half-remembered things

This vifion in my brain.

Through aifles of long-drawn centuries
My spirit walks in thought,
And to that symbol lifts its eyes

Which God's own pity wrought;

From Calvary fhines the altar's gleam, The Church's eaft is there,

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Each seems a selfish faith to shout,
A hoftile form of prayer;

My dream is shattered, yet who knows
But in that heaven so near,

This discord into mufic flows
In God's atoning ear?

O, chime of bleffed Charity,

Peal soon that Eafter morn

When Chrift for all fhall risen be
And in all hearts new-born!

That Pentecoft when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all can say My brother here,

And hear My son in heaven!

Dec. 9, 1858.

7. R. Lowell.

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