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If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun, / Pacing it wearily, wearily, / Twixt chapel and cell till day were done -- / Wearily, wearily -- / How would it fare with these hearts of ours / That need the sunshine, and smiles, and flowers?
To prayer, to prayer, at the matins' call, / Morning foul or fair! -- / Such prayer as from weary lips might fall -- / Words, but hardly prayer -- / The chapel's roof, like the law in stone, / Caging the lark that up had flown!