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Thoughts as they came . nd oft —Where do we find the greater interest lay? In well-grown cities, with their treasured art,Or in these unchanged nooks, tucked well away? Both are such endless source of wonderment! And here, we homage yield to powers that love of Country, stands this Monument! These lands of Holland, rescued from the sea. [ 105 1 THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME TO S. S. IN MEMORY OF A DELIGHTFUL TOUR THROUGH THE HEART OF FRANCE, AND PARTICULARLY TO THE CATHEDRAL TOWN OF BOURGES A little town, where once were Romans men, in togas, wandered up and down— Through rambling
Thoughts as they came . nd oft —Where do we find the greater interest lay? In well-grown cities, with their treasured art,Or in these unchanged nooks, tucked well away? Both are such endless source of wonderment! And here, we homage yield to powers that love of Country, stands this Monument! These lands of Holland, rescued from the sea. [ 105 1 THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME TO S. S. IN MEMORY OF A DELIGHTFUL TOUR THROUGH THE HEART OF FRANCE, AND PARTICULARLY TO THE CATHEDRAL TOWN OF BOURGES A little town, where once were Romans men, in togas, wandered up and down— Through rambling streets, their tales of valor telling—Of how they fought and gained this Gallic town. Twas subject to great Caesars throne. Before the Infant Christ was born. Historic, too, as years on years kept little Bourges, in Fifteenth Century days. Gave France a King! Eleventh Louis! ShowingA reign of craft and gain, through sordid ways. A man, whose life did strongly blend Shrewd cruelty to bitter end. [ io6 ]. IIe pause, as softly tivdlght falls —Then pass Zittltin Cathedral ivalls TO S. S. But tis not now of cold past facts were thinking, But of our visit on an Autumn day;Just as the sun in yonder west was sinking, Sending through old stained glass a lingering pause, as softly twilight falls—Then pass within Cathedral walls. Here and there amid the shadows—Here and there where darkness fell, Knelt a suppliant child of Heaven,Man or woman—who could tell? Wrapped in shadow so profound — Scarce we breathed ! Twas holy ground ! Outlined faint are massive by vaultings far oerhead; Holding arches and triforium,In their grasp of stone. Tis said Thus for centuries they have stood. Sentinels in this House of God. [ 107] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Silence awesome! one could feel it! Towering nave and vaulted dome—Seemed the vestibule of Heaven, Ante-chamber to the was Earth in shadowy past—We were gaining Heaven at last! Holy spot, s
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