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the great dragon is cast down, and hell 160 Vanquished beneath thy cross, Lord Jesus Christ! Hark! the clock strikes! The shadowy scene dissolves, And all the visionary pomp is past! I only see a few sheep on the edge Of this aerial ridge, and Banwell Tower, Gray in the morning sunshine, at our feet. Farewell to Banwell Cave, and Banwell Hill, And Banwell Church;[87] and farewell to the shores Where, when a child, I wandered; and farewell, Harp of my youth! Above this mountain-cave 170 I leave thee, murmuring to the fitful breeze That wanders from that sea, whose sound I heard So many years ago. Yet, whilst the light Steals from the clouds, to rest upon that tower, I turn a parting look, and lift to Heaven A parting prayer, that our own Zion, thus,-- With sober splendour, yet not gorgeous, 178 Her mitred brow tempered with lenity And apostolic mildness--in her mien No dark defeature, beautiful as mild, And gentle as the smile of charity,-- Thus on the Rock of Ages may uplift Her brow majestic, pointing to the spires That grace her village glens, or solemn fanes In cities, calm above the stir and smoke, And listening to deep harmonies that swell From all her temples! So may she adorn-- Her robe as graceful, as her creed is pure-- 190 This happy land, till time shall be no more! And whilst her gray cathedrals rise in air, Solemn, august, and beautiful, and touched By time, to show a grace, but no decay, Like that fair pile, which, from hoar Mendip's brow, The traveller beholds, crowning the vale Of Avalon, with all its towers in light; So, England, may thy gray cathedrals lift Their front in heaven's pure light, and ever boast Such prelate-lords--bland, but yet dignified-- 200 Pious, paternal, and beloved, as he Who prompted, and forgives, this Severn song! And thou, O Lord and Saviour! on whose rock That Church is founded, though the storm without May howl around its battlements, preserve Its spirit, and still pour into the hearts Of all, who there confess thy holy name, Peace, that, through evil or through good report, They may hold on their blameless way! For
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