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10-22-14: In the Cathedral of St Matthew the Apostle
In the beautiful, grand stillness
Of a place for the transcendent,
Like a lately-faded illness
Seems the ugliness of now,
And I dare not look behind me,
Lest the simpering of the finite,
In the form of unctuous daylight
Beat its hatred on my brow.
The solemnity enthralling
Captivates imagination,
And I hear the ages calling
That wed purity and youth;
And I dream, however briefly,
That the evils that surround me,
That the hostile world around me
Vanishes for want of truth.
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Nicholas Rao
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