The Golden Legend by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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One hundred years before,
Had gone forth from the convent gate The Monk Felix, and never more Had entered that sacred door. He had been counted among the dead! And they knew, at last, That, such had been the power Of that celestial and immortal song, A hundred years had passed, And had not seemed so long As a single hour! (ELSIE _comes in with flowers._) _Elsie._ Here are flowers for you, But they are not all for you. Some of them are for the Virgin And for Saint Cecilia. _Prince Henry._ As thou standest there, Thou seemest to me like the angel That brought the immortal roses To Saint Cecilia's bridal chamber. _Elsie._ But these will fade. _Prince Henry._ Themselves will fade, But not their memory, And memory has the power To re-create them from the dust. |
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