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DEEP under the spires of a hill by the feet of the thunder cloud trod	A
I pause in a luminous still magnificent temple of God	A
At the steps of the altar august a vision of angels in stone	B
I kneel with my head to the dust on the floors by the seraphim known	B
No father in Jesus is near with the high the compassionate face	C
But the glory of Godhead is here its presence transfigures the place	C
Behold in this beautiful fane with the lights of blue heaven impearled	A
I think of the Elders of Spain in the deserts the wilds of the world	A
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I think of the wanderers poor who knelt on the flints and the sands	D
When the mighty and merciless Moor was lord of the Lady of Lands	D
Where the African scimitar flamed with a swift bitter death in its kiss	E
The fathers unknown and unnamed found God in cathedrals like this	E
The glow of His Spirit the beam of His blessing made lords of the men	F
Whose food was the herb of the stream whose roof was the dome of the den	F
And far in the hills by the sea these awful hierophants prayed	A
For Rome and its temples to be in a temple by Deity made	A
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Who knows of their faith of its power Perhaps with the light in their eyes	G
They saw in some wonderful hour the marvel of centuries rise	G
Perhaps in some moment supreme when the mountains were holy and still	H
They dreamed the magnificent dream that came to the monks of Seville	H
Surrounded by pillars and spires whose summits shone out in the glare	I
Of the high the omnipotent fires who knows what was seen by them there	I
Be sure if they saw in the noon of their faith some ineffable fane	J
They looked on the church like a moon dropped down by the Lord into Spain	J
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And the Elders who shone in the time when Christ over Christendom beamed	A
May have dreamed at their altars sublime the dream that their fathers had dreamed	A
By the glory of Italy moved the majesty shining in Rome	K
They turned to the land that they loved and prayed for a church in their home	K
And a soul of unspeakable fire descended on them and they fought	A
And laboured a life for the spire and tower and dome of their thought	A
These grew under blessing and praise as morning in summertime grows	L
As Troy in the dawn of the days to the music of Delphicus rose	L
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In a land of bewildering light where the feet of the season are Spring s	M
They worked in the day and the night surrounded by beautiful things	N
The wonderful blossoms in stone the flower and leaf of the Moor	O
On column and cupola shone and gleamed on the glimmering floor	P
In a splendour of colour and form from the marvellous African s hands	D
Yet vivid and shining and warm they planted the Flower of the Lands	D
Inspired by the patience supreme of the mute the magnificent past	A
They toiled till the dome of their dream in the firmament blossomed at last	A
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Just think of these men of their time of the days of their deed and the scene	Q
How touching their zeal how sublime their suppression of self must have been	R
In a city yet hacked by the sword and scarred by the flame of the Moor	O
They started the work of their Lord sad silent and solemnly poor	S
These fathers how little they thought of themselves and how much of the days	T
When the children of men would be brought to pray in their temple and praise	T
Ah full of the radiant still heroic old life that has flown	B
The merciful monks of Seville toiled on and died bare and unknown	B
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The music the colour the gleam of their mighty cathedral will be	U
Hereafter a luminous dream of the heaven I never may see	U
To a spirit that suffers and seeks for the calm of a competent creed	A
This temple whose majesty speaks becomes a religion indeed	A
The passionate lights the intense the ineffable beauty of sound	A
Go straight to the heart through the sense as a song would of seraphim crowned	A
And lo by these altars august the life that is highest we live	V
And are filled with the infinite trust and the peace that the world cannot give	W
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They have passed have the elders of time they have gone but the work of their hands	D
Pre eminent peerless sublime like a type of eternity stands	D
They are mute are the fathers who made this church in the century dim	X
But the dome with their beauty arrayed remains a perpetual hymn	X
Their names are unknown but so long as the humble in spirit and pure	O
Are worshipped in speech and in song our love for these monks will endure	O
And the lesson by sacrifice taught will live in the light of the years	Y
With a reverence not to be bought and a tenderness deeper than tears	Z

Henry Kendall

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