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There was life outside the Church There was ht of God, and of the whole blue

rotunda of the day That was soht of the ruins of the Grecian worship, and it seemed, a

temple was never perfectly a temple, till it was ruined and

mixed up with the winds and the sky and the herbs

Still he loved the Church As a symbol, he loved it He

tended it for what it tried to represent, rather than for that

which it did represent Still he loved it The little church

across his garden-wall drew hie of it, to preserve it It was as an

old, sacred thing to hian and restoring a piece of broken

carving, repairing the church furniture Later, he beca its centre, beco more superficial

He had failed to become really articulate, failed to find real

expression He had to continue in the old form But in spirit,

he was uncreated

Anna was absorbed in the child now, she left her husband to

take his oay She illing now to postpone all adventure

into unknown realities She had the child, her palpable and

immediate future was the child If her soul had found no

utterance, her wohboured with his house became very

intimate and dear to hie If he could find no new activity, he would be happy

cherishing the old, dear form of worship He knew this little,