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HELENA'S BEACONS.
At their head exultant Constantine
With a waxen taper tall!
And the roof resounds with chant and psalm
And many a holy hymn—
"Glory to God!" the angels sung,
And the song of the cherubim—
Till the sorrowing Christ from the altar-screen
With a smile of love looks down,
And the shadowy cross beside him borne
Glows like a victor's crown;
Till sweet, in the pauses of the praise,
Float echoes from the sky,
And they know the joy of the faithful here
Is the joy of the blest on high!
With a waxen taper tall!
And the roof resounds with chant and psalm
And many a holy hymn—
"Glory to God!" the angels sung,
And the song of the cherubim—
Till the sorrowing Christ from the altar-screen
With a smile of love looks down,
And the shadowy cross beside him borne
Glows like a victor's crown;
Till sweet, in the pauses of the praise,
Float echoes from the sky,
And they know the joy of the faithful here
Is the joy of the blest on high!
