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1770–1850

IX

William Wordsworth

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest While from the Papal Unity there came, What feebler means had fail'd to give, one aim Diffused thro’ all the regions of the West;

So does her Unity its power attest By works of Art, that shed, on the outward frame Of worship, glory and grace, which who shall blame That ever looked to heaven for final rest?

Hail countless Temples! that so well befit Your ministry; that, as ye rise and take Form spirit and character from holy writ, Give to devotion, wheresoe'er awake,

Pinions of high and higher sweep, and make The unconverted soul with awe submit.

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