As thy surpassing loveliness has shone
Transcendant over all of mortal birth,
As thy surpassing excellence has won
The tribute homage of admiring earth,
So the world's wonder, even as thou, divine,
Queen of my soul! shall be thy matchless shrine.
And there in rich and radiant pomp supreme,
Within the circle of each ample dome,
The gems of every Indian mine shall gleam,
And Art's most gifted sons from Greece and Rome
The splendid fabric rear, whose gorgeous fanes
Hide from these weeping eyes thy loved remains.
And pilgrims there from many a distant clime
Pacing with wondering steps the marble halls,
Shall as they gaze upon the work sublime,
The sculptured splendours of the storied walls,
Dream of thy beauty, and instinctive pay
The heart's deep homage to thy sainted clay.
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