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(From Bagley, at 8 a.m.)
The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet
Are safe, and clear as by a summer's sea
Pierce the calm morning mist, serene and free,
To point in silence heavenward. There are met
Thy foster-children; — there in order set
Their nursing fathers, sworn to Heaven and thee
(An oath renew'd this hour on bended knee,)
Ne'er to betray their Mother nor forget —
Lo! on the top of each aerial spire
What seems a star by day, so high and bright,
It quivers from afar in golden light
But 'tis a form of earth, though touch'd with fire
Celestial, rais'd in other days to tell
How, when they tired of prayer, Apostles fell.
The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet
Are safe, and clear as by a summer's sea
Pierce the calm morning mist, serene and free,
To point in silence heavenward. There are met
Thy foster-children; — there in order set
Their nursing fathers, sworn to Heaven and thee
(An oath renew'd this hour on bended knee,)
Ne'er to betray their Mother nor forget —
Lo! on the top of each aerial spire
What seems a star by day, so high and bright,
It quivers from afar in golden light
But 'tis a form of earth, though touch'd with fire
Celestial, rais'd in other days to tell
How, when they tired of prayer, Apostles fell.
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