��STEPHEN PHILLIPS
��RE\^NGE FOR RHEIMS
Thou Permanence amid all things that pass I Unchanging Thought amid the drift of change ; Thou Rally of the Soul in days of dross ; How art Thou fallen !
Thou Prayer, that ever-rising, yet remained, That for seven hundred years didst sing and soar. Spirit with wings outspread tip-toe on Earth, How art Thou fallen !
Thou Vision frozen, and Thou Sigh transfixed ; Thou Camp of dreams. Thou Fort of faith un-
stormed. Time-worn, yet wearying t'ward Eternity, How art Thou fallen !
Thou wast to France her Inspiration old. Thou hadst for ivy earliest memories ; From Thee her Knights, her Angels long looked down ; How art Thou fallen !
What vengeance for Thy ruin shall She hurl ? O, be that vengeance, that the ruin stand. Only those Choirs for ever unrestored ! Ever unfallen !
— Stephen Phillips.
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