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The church flings forth a battled shade	A
Over the moon blanched sward	B
The church my gift whereto I paid	A
My all in hand and hoard	B
Lavished my gains	C
With stintless pains	C
To glorify the Lord	B
	-
I squared the broad foundations in	D
Of ashlared masonry	E
I moulded mullions thick and thin	D
Hewed fillet and ogee	F
I circleted	B
Each sculptured head	B
With nimb and canopy	E
	-
I called in many a craftsmaster	E
To fix emblazoned glass	G
To figure Cross and Sepulchure	E
On dossal boss and brass	G
My gold all spent	B
My jewels went	B
To gem the cups of Mass	G
	-
I borrowed deep to carve the screen	H
And raise the ivoried Rood	B
I parted with my small demesne	H
To make my owings good	B
Heir looms unpriced	B
I sacrificed	B
Until debt free I stood	B
	-
So closed the task Deathless the Creed	B
Here substanced said my soul	I
I heard me bidden to this deed	B
And straight obeyed the call	J
Illume this fane	H
That not in vain	H
I build it Lord of all	J
	-
But as it chanced me then and there	E
Did dire misfortunes burst	B
My home went waste for lack of care	E
My sons rebelled and curst	B
Till I confessed	B
That aims the best	B
Were looking like the worst	B
	-
Enkindled by my votive work	K
No burnng faith I find	B
The deeper thinkers sneer and smirk	K
And give my toil no mind	B
From nod and wink	L
I read they think	L
That I am fool and blind	B
	-
My gift to God seems futile quite	B
The world moves as erstwhile	M
And powerful Wrong on feeble Right	B
Tramples in olden style	M
My faith burns down	H
I see no crown	H
But Cares and Griefs and Guile	M
	-
So now the remedy Yea this	N
I gently swing the door	E
Here of my fane no soul to wis	N
And cross the patterned floor	E
To the rood screen	H
That stands between	H
The nave and inner chore	E
	-
The rich red windows dim the moon	H
But little light need I	O
I mount the prie dieu lately hewn	H
From woods of rarest dye	O
Then from below	P
My garment so	P
I draw this cord and tie	O
	-
One end thereof around the beam	Q
Midway 'twixt Cross and truss	R
I noose the nethermost extreme	Q
And in ten seconds thus	R
I journey hence	S
To that land whence	S
No rumour reaches us	R
	-
Well Here at morn they'll light on one	H
Dangling in mockery	E
Of what he spent his substance on	H
Blindly and uselessly	P
He might they'll say	T
Have built some way	T
A cheaper gallows tree	E

Thomas Hardy

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