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OLD TRINITY CHURCH.
In crumbling majesty doth lie,Ne'er blended with them keener joy,Than mine, when but a thoughtless boy,I gazed with awe-struck, wondering eye,On thy old spire, my Trinity!And thou shalt live like words of truth,Like golden moments of our youth:As on the lake's unrippled breastThe mirror'd mountain lies at rest,So thou shalt lie, till life depart,Mirror'd for aye upon my heart!
