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The Minister

IM thro' the sculptured aisles the sunbeam falls More like a

Of some imagined beam,

Than actual daylight over mortal walls.

A strain of music like the rushing wind,

But deep and

As when the waters

In one mysterious harmony combined.

So swells the mighty organ, rich and full,

As if it were the

Which raised the glorious

Of that fair building, vast and wonderful.

Doth not the spirit feel its influence,

All vain and feverish care,

All thoughts that worldly are,

Strife, tumult, mirth, and fear are vanished hence.

The world is put aside, within the

Those hopes

Thrice sacred mysteries,

In which our earthly nature has no part.

Oh,

Christian Fane, the soul expands in thee,

Thine altar and thy

Speak of the hope and

Which leads and cheers man to eternity.

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (14 August 1802 – 15 October 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L.E.L.
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