BLESSINGS be round it still! that gleaming fane, Low in its mountain-glen! Old, mossy trees Mellow the sunshine through the untinted pane; And oft, borne in upon some fitful breeze, The deep sound of the ever-pealing seas, Filling the hollows with its anthem-tone, There meets the voice of psalms! Yet not alone For memories lulling to the heart as these, I bless thee, 'midst thy rocks, gray house of prayer! But for @3their@1 sakes who unto thee repair From the hill-cabins and the ocean-shore. Oh! may the fisher and the mountaineer Words to sustain earth's toiling children hear, Within thy lowly walls, for evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CIVIL WAR by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |