Quote#Nature
They rear’d their lodges in the wilderness
Quote byRobert Stephen Hawker · 1803–1875
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The First Fathers".
English (original)
They rear’d their lodges in the wilderness, Or built them cells beside the shadowy sea, And there they dwelt with angels, like a dream! So they unroll’d the Volume of the Book And fill’d the fields of the Evangelist With thoughts as sweet as flowers.
— Robert Stephen Hawker
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