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Communications for the third volume of the
St. JUAN GUALBERTO.
Addressed to a FRIEND.
The work is done, the fabric is compleat ;
Distinct the Traveller sees its distant tower, Yet ere his steps attain the sacred seat,
Must toil for many a league and many an hour. Elate the Abbot sees the pile and knows Stateliest of convents now, his new Moscera rose.
Long were the tale that told Moscera's pride,
Its columns clustered strength and lofty state, How many a saint bedeck'd its sculptur’d side,
What intersecting arches graced its gate; Its tower how high, its massy walls how strong, These fairly to describe were sure a tedious song.
Yet while the fane rose slowly from the ground,
But little store of charity, I ween, The passing pilgrim at Moscera found;
And often there the mendicant was seen Hopeless to turn him from the convent door, For this so costly work still kept the brethren-poor.
Now all is perfect, and from every side
They flock to view the fabric, young and old. Who now can tell Ro fo's secret pride, When on the sabbath day his eyes
behold The multitudes that crowd his chapel floor, Some sure to serve their God, to see Moscera more.
s'd that way,
So chanced it that Gualberto pass'
Since sainted for a life of holy deeds ;
And, whilst o'er all its bulk his eye proceeds,