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Lady! the brother of my heart demands
A hymn of praise to offer at thy shrine
But that which were Devotion at his hands.
Becomes mere blind Idolatry in mine:
For unrevealed to me by word or sign,
The fair Divinity I worship stands,
Around a shadow my fond faith I twine
Like to the Gentile of far times and lands.
They to a being whom they deemed divine
“The Unknown God—” a sacred temple raised,
And praised his nameless name, as I do thine,
Unknowing who, or what it was they praised—
Merely like me to murmur and repine,
That all in vain altar and incense blazed!
A hymn of praise to offer at thy shrine
But that which were Devotion at his hands.
Becomes mere blind Idolatry in mine:
For unrevealed to me by word or sign,
The fair Divinity I worship stands,
Around a shadow my fond faith I twine
Like to the Gentile of far times and lands.
They to a being whom they deemed divine
“The Unknown God—” a sacred temple raised,
And praised his nameless name, as I do thine,
Unknowing who, or what it was they praised—
Merely like me to murmur and repine,
That all in vain altar and incense blazed!
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