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On Europe as the dawn grows into day,
Cathedral towers thrill to their whirling bells,
Beneath each vaulted arch an anthem swells,
And incense turns the sun-shot gloom to gray:
While, the shrill clamor of their creeds above,
Land speaks to land, and cities each to each,
And in the cadence of that calmer speech
Beats the soft impulse of fraternal love!
Cathedral towers thrill to their whirling bells,
Beneath each vaulted arch an anthem swells,
And incense turns the sun-shot gloom to gray:
While, the shrill clamor of their creeds above,
Land speaks to land, and cities each to each,
And in the cadence of that calmer speech
Beats the soft impulse of fraternal love!