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In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities
of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey, read more
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities
of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey, which has
during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose
minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the
Great Hall.
Whenever God erects a house of prayer
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be read more
Whenever God erects a house of prayer
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
Where God hath a temple, the devil will have a chapel.
Where God hath a temple, the devil will have a chapel.
Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman,
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin read more
Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman,
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast
themselves most of their being near to read more
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast
themselves most of their being near to the Church.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
The church alone beyond all question
Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion.
[Ger., Die Kirch' allein, read more
The church alone beyond all question
Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion.
[Ger., Die Kirch' allein, meine lieben Frauen,
Kann ungerechtes Gut verdauen.]
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain read more
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
