In The Pine Woods At Marienbad


HERE come we, to this temple strange and vast;
Here is the shadowy stillness meet for prayer,
And here such fragrance breathes upon the air
That it must be Heaven's own high-priests have passed
And to the winds a heavenly incense cast;
Far up against the blue we see them there,
Glad messengers, that on God's errands fare —
Oh may we join their shining ranks at last!

This is the noblest Church was ever reared!
Shall we not enter here to praise and pray,
To kneel within its mighty nave and cry
To Him, our God, beloved of us and feared,
Whose light must guide us on our devious way,
Whose help must reach us, or we helpless die?
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