I love the church--its hexapteryga,
its silvery utensils, and its candlesticks,
its icons, and its ambo, and its lights.
Yet when I enter a Greek church,
the fragrance of its incenses,
the voices of the liturgy and harmonies of sound,
the orderly appearance of the priests,
each moving to most solemn rhythm,
all garbed in vestments most magnificent,
recall to mind the glories of our race,
the greatness of our old Byzantine days.
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