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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Church
By Sir Aubrey de Vere (1788–1846)
 
AY, wisely do we call her Mother—she
  Who from her liberal breath breathes sustenance
To nations; a majestic charity!
  No marble symbol cold, in suppliant glance
    Deceitful smiling; strenuous her advance,        5
Yet calm; while holy ardors, fancy-free,
  Direct her measured steps: in every chance
Sedate—as Una ’neath the forest tree
Encompassed by the lions. Why, alas!
  Must her perverse and thoughtless children turn        10
    From her example? Why must the sulky breath
Of Bigotry stain Charity’s pure glass?
  Poison the springs of Art and Science—burn
    The brain through life, and sear the heart in death?
 
 
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