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V.
Overshadowing the earth,
Oft his turrets, split asunder,
Cast the homeless wanderer forth:
Underneath his towers derided,
Conscience lurked, as strong as hell,
But Thine Eye the times divided,
And the spark in season fell!
VI.
Vexed with ceaseless rave and roar,
Keeps an inner silence ever
On its consecrated shore,
Flowered with flowers and green with grasses;
So the poor through Thee abide,
Every outer care that passes
Deepening more the peace inside.
VII.
Anxious night and weary day,
In the footsteps of his Master,
Seeks the sheep that run astray;
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