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An incident of the French Revolution	A
The light lay trembling in a silver bar	B
Along the western borders of the sky	C
From out the shadowy dome a little star	B
Stole forth to keep its patient watch on high	C
And night came down with solemn soft embrace	D
On storied Brittany	E
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Another night lay over all the land	F
The dark of hell and lurid with its fire	G
She heard the roar of fiends she saw the brand	F
Flung red and hissing over roof and spire	H
She saw her golden spurs and reaping hooks	I
Tossed on the funeral pyre	G
She stood in calm defiance while the flood	J
Swept over her while everywhere was seen	K
Her dim majestic cities drenched in blood	J
Ashes and smoke where temple walls had been	L
And high on woodland knoll and market place	D
The ghastly guillotine	K
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'Twas hard to tear her peasant souls apart	M
From priest and liege and clinging faith of old	N
'Twas hard to bend the strong and simple heart	M
By fear of torture or by love of gold	N
For naught those gory hands could offer them	O
Might consciences be sold	N
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No tower or belfry shall be left to stand	F
Saint Andr swore and waved his cap of red	P
You shall have naught in all this curs d land	F
For sign of your superstition it is dead	P
A peasant heard and raised his eyes to heaven	A
You'll leave the stars he said	P
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True were the priests and people each to each	Q
And all alike to their unlettered creed	R
No violent force of sophistry could reach	Q
Their rough hewn faith in bitter time of need	R
They died with deaf ears and dumb mouths and theirs	S
Was martyrdom indeed	R
	-
Night midnight lay beneath her silver lamps	T
Her deep sleep broken by the fitful glare	U
	-
Of bivouac fires in noisy village camps	T
And hoarse shouts mellowed through the listening air	U
Save only where the sea waves washed the coast	V
'Twas still and quiet there	U
	-
The heave and swell and sudden plunging dash	W
Against the low rocks lying in their reach	Q
The hissing shingle and the sweet free plash	Q
Of long drawn breakers on the open beach	Q
And now and then in momentary pause	X
The curlew's mournful screech	Q
	-
The soft low gurgle in the hollowed track	Y
Through reef and boulder and the rippling fall	Z
Of idle wandering waters swirling back	Y
From secret tryst in Naiads' rocky hall	Z
Only these sounds save that deep monotone	A2
Which held and hushed them all	Z
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Only these sounds Was nothing to be heard	B2
But voice of breaker as it rose and fell	C2
The kelpie's song the wailing of a bird	B2
Ay far and faint amid the restless swell	C2
One other voice stole whispering through the air	U
The chime of a silver bell	C2
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It came from dim mid ocean wild and free	E
To listening ears in silence of the night	D2
And watchful eyes saw out upon the sea	E
And 'neath the stars a little twinkling light	D2
Now lost behind a waving mountain top	E2
Now shining clear and bright	D2
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Softly the fishers' boats began to glide	F2
From shadowy rock and sheltered cave and creek	G2
Bronzed men and gentle maidens side by side	F2
Dipped muffled oars no woman hand was weak	G2
All eyes turned wistful to the beacon lamp	H2
But no one dared to speak	G2
	-
The scattered specks with each its little crowd	I2
Drew near converging on the distant bark	J2
The sweet bell rang out louder and more loud	I2
The light shone bright and brighter in the dark	J2
And soon a hundred lips burst forth in praise	K2
For all had reach'd the ark	J2
	-
There was the priest with whom they came to sup	L2
White hair'd and holy by his humble board	M2
There amid light and darkness lifted up	L2
	-
The blessed rood by simple eyes adored	M2
Each head was bowed each pious knee was bent	N2
In presence of the Lord	M2
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Ah 'twas a grand cathedral where they knelt	O2
Grand was the organ music vast the crypt	P2
Wherein its wild mysterious echoes dwelt	O2
And fresh and pure the incense as it slipp'd	P2
Down shining floor and down wide altar steps	Q2
With frosted silver tipp'd	P2
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Grand was the darken'd aisles and solemn nave	R2
The dom d roof magnificently high	C
The airy walls and mighty architrave	R2
The sweet star tapers that could never die	C
And grander still its purity of peace	S2
Its untouched sanctity	E
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The worn and weary ones came there to search	Q
For rest and hope in holy Eucharist	T2
There in the splendour of that solemn church	Q
They priest and people communed with the Christ	U2
Thus with all other temples overthrown	A2
They kept his sacred tryst	V2
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With calm grave eyes and even pulsing breath	W2
They dipp'd their still oars in the darken'd space	D
Strong now the hands fast rowing back to death	W2
And strong the simple hearts new clothed in grace	D
The hush'd and quiet souls ere long to meet	X2
Their Saviour face to face	D

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