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Like two cathedral towers these stately pines / Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; / The arch beneath them is not built with stones, / Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines, / And carved this graceful arabesque of vines; / No organ but the wind here sighs and moans, / No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones. / No marble bishop on his tomb reclines. / Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves, / Gives back a softened echo to thy tread! / Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds, / In leafy galleries beneath the eaves, / Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled, / And learn there may be worship with out words.