...numerous emblems of instructive duty Your forms create! 'Neath cloister'd boughs, each floral bell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air....that Fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps, the sun and moon supply...

...their chalices a sweet and holy Incense up on high ; "Neath cluster'd boughs, each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air,...in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. In contemplating the scenery of our route, much as we were struck with the variety of objects which...

...emblems of instructive duty Your forms create ! 'Neath cloistered boujhs, each floral bell that swin^cth And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes sabbath in the fields, and ever rtngeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of...

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...to my fancy numerous teachers, From loneliest nook. 'Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth j A call to prayer ; Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal...

...emblems of instructive duty Your forms create Î 1 N: ¡itli cloistered boughs, each floral hell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air,...fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer ; Not to the dome: where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most Catholic...

...and wandering in his favorite retreats, he finds i " 'Neath cloistered houghs, each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the woods, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes whose crumbling arch and column Attest the...

...to my fancy numerous teachers, From loneliest nook. 'Ncatli cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air,...cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps tlie sun and moon supply. Its choir the winds and waves,—its organ thunder, Its dome the sky. There,...

...the world with its infinite wing." WILLIAM HOW1TT. 'Neath cloistered boughs, each floral bell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air,...in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Were I, oh God '. in churchless lands remaining, Far from all voice of teachers and divines, My soul...

...to our fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. 'Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air,...planned : To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Those quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir, the winds and waves — its organ, thunder,...