Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble man of woe, Bow down before the singing angel host. What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye! What golden grandeur moves the depths of me! The soaring arches lift me up on high Taking my breath with their rare symmetry. Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light Of Beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne Bow down before the wonder of man's might. Bow down in worship, humble and alone; Bow lowly down before the sacred sight Of man's divinity alive in stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |