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The Alps Cathedral.
And hear the voices from the pines,
Far, far they chant below,
Marching like armies up the steep,
But pause at steps of snow.
Far, far they chant below,
Marching like armies up the steep,
But pause at steps of snow.
But who of earth may enter here?
What voices join to share
In the devotion of this Church—
This Alpine Church of prayer?
What voices join to share
In the devotion of this Church—
This Alpine Church of prayer?
'Tis a Cathedral at whose door
But they should enter in,
Who've washed their robes from valley-stains—
Earth's valley-stains of sin.
But they should enter in,
Who've washed their robes from valley-stains—
Earth's valley-stains of sin.
O spirits of departed life!
Are ye not here with me—
A lonely child of earth who'd mount
Those heights to God with ye?
Are ye not here with me—
A lonely child of earth who'd mount
Those heights to God with ye?
Courmajeur, 1861.
