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Within your stately columns range, 

 From arch to arch and aisle to aisle, 



Those long grey avenues of change. 

 Sweet portions of the graceful pile. 



And vista after vista spreads, 



Where distance always meets the eye. 

 And still the pallid sunlight sheds 



A halo of tranquilHty. 



But hush ! the night comes on apace, 

 The cloister shadows lightly fall 



Upon that quiet resting place, 

 Beneath the old Cathedral wall. 



Watch on, above the silent dead. 



Who loved you when they knelt in prayer. 

 The starry heavens above them spread, 



While all is beautiful and fair. 



Watch on, and guard them as they lie. 

 The good, the pure, the just, the right ; 



The moon is out across the sky, 

 And there is silence in the night. 



Watch on, we know that death will prove 

 That friendship is not spent in vain. 



That in that aftertime of love, 



Both friend and friend will meet again. 



