est mysteries close at hand, and yet undis- 

 turbed by them, I recall that one of the 

 noblest poems on Death ever written was 

 inspired in this place; and I note without 

 surprise, as its solemn lines come back to 

 me, that there is no horror in it, no ignoble 

 fear, but awe and reverence and the sub- 

 limity of a great and hopeful thought. 

 The organ music of those slow -moving 

 verses seems like the very voice of a place 

 out of which all dread has gone from the 

 thought of death, and where the brief span 

 of life seems to arch the abyss of death 

 with immortality. 



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