By
Arthur Zepp
"When all the choric peal shall end, That through the lanes hath rung;
When the long lauds no more ascend, From man's adoring tongue;
When whelmed are altar, priest and creed, When all the faiths have passed;
Perhaps, from the darkening incense freed. God may emerge at last."
Copyright 1922 By Tonat Printing Co.
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