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I READ of pagan priests in idols hiding,
That with their own lips they might make reply
To prayers of worshippers in them confiding—
To vouchsafe or deny.
And all idolatry has not departed;
For yet I faith in one fair idol hold.
Unlike those of the heathen, hollow-hearted.
Voiceless, inert and cold;
But one who dwells, a queen, among the living.
Whose eyes light lip, my waiting eyes to greet
And speak, before the lips, sweet answer giving
From her soul’s judgment seat.