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the church of the gesù.
If the last bond of erring clay
By God's own hand is rent away—
The fellowship with earth undone,
The union with Himself begun!

With chastened spirit slow I turned,
From where those flaming torches burned,
And passed into the daily street.
But e'en when once I stood again
Amid the thronged haunts of men,
A feeling of communion sweet,
As I had shared some holy rite,
And was new-born in peace and light,
Through all my inner being ran.
I sought my home an altered man;
Though lowlier, yet with purpose fraught,
With noble truths divinely taught,
Blest revelation unto me
Of Death's supremest mystery.