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FT have I seen at some cathedral door
A labourer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent
feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o’er;
Far off the noises of the world retreat ;
The loud vociferations of the street
Become an undistinguishable roar.