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| UPON the glistening leaden roof | |
| Of the new Pile, the sunlight shines. | |
| The stream goes leaping by. | |
| The hills are cloth’d with pines sun-proof. | |
| Mid bright green fields, below the pines, | 5 |
| Stands the Church on high. | |
| What Church is this, from men aloof? | |
| ’Tis the Church of Brou. | |
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| At sunrise, from their dewy lair | |
| Crossing the stream, the kine are seen | 10 |
| Round the wall to stray; | |
| The churchyard wall that clips the square | |
| Of shaven hill-sward trim and green | |
| Where last year they lay. | |
| But all things now are order’d fair | 15 |
| Round the Church of Brou. | |
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| On Sundays, at the matin chime, | |
| The Alpine peasants, two and three, | |
| Climb up here to pray. | |
| Burghers and dames, at summer’s prime, | 20 |
| Ride out to church from Chambery, | |
| Dight with mantles gay. | |
| But else it is a lonely time | |
| Round the Church of Brou. | |
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| On Sundays, too, a priest doth come | 25 |
| From the wall’d town beyond the pass, | |
| Down the mountain way. | |
| And then you hear the organ’s hum, | |
| You hear the white-rob’d priest say mass, | |
| And the people pray. | 30 |
| But else the woods and fields are dumb | |
| Round the Church of Brou. | |
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| And after church, when mass is done, | |
| The people to the nave repair | |
| Round the Tomb to stray. | 35 |
| And marvel at the Forms of stone, | |
| And praise the chisell’d broideries rare. | |
| Then they drop away. | |
| The Princely Pair are left alone | |
| In the Church of Brou. | 40 |
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