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THE CRUCIFIX.

O Thou, of temper captious, and of soul
Too dull, save outward things to comprehend ;
Whom that small wooden crucifix doth offend;
And water in its pine or beechen bowl;

By which, when bells for Ave Mary toll,
The peasant on these hills doth lowly bend;
Praying good angels will his house defend;
While o'er his sleeping head the planets roll.

Why railest at such ordinance ? for thus
Did Augustine, and venerable Bede,
And saints whose names above doth Peter know.

Not as of binding force it comes to us ;
But, when the emblem ye abjure, take heed,
Lest ye forget the inner meaning so.