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A priest tells how, in his youth, a church was built by the / free labour of love -- as was men's wont in those days; and how / the stone and wood were paid for by one who had grown rich on / usury and the pillage of the poor -- and of what chanced / thereafter.
Arsenius, priest of God, I tell, / For warning in your younger ears, / Humbly and plainly what befel / That year -- gone by a many years -- / When Veraignes church was built. Ah! then / Brave churches grew 'neath hands of men: / We see not now their like again.