AMPHORA 
XIII 
 
 
S in the sleeping lake we view 
A pallid image of the blue, 
So in Thy Chapel may we see 
A faint enshadowing of Thee. 
 
Our minds are dull, our lives are base ; 
We cannot see the maiden face. 
Imagination may not run 
From moonlight to the self-lit sun. 
 
Darkly as in a glass we gaze 
And lose ourselves in pious praise. 
How then when risen and pure of heart 
In heaven we see Thee as Thou art ? 
 
O let the film of earth and sin 
Each day by love grow clear and thin ! 
O let Thy worship done aright 
Prepare us for the eternal Light ! 
Amen. 
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