HERE come we, to this temple strange and vast; Here is the shadowy stillness meet for prayer, And here such fragrance breathes upon the air That it must be Heaven's own high-priests have passed And to the winds a heavenly incense cast; Far up against the blue we see them there, Glad messengers, that on God's errands fare -- Oh may we join their shining ranks at last! This is the noblest Church was ever reared! Shall we not enter here to praise and pray, To kneel within its mighty nave and cry To Him, our God, beloved of us and feared, Whose light must guide us on our devious way, Whose help must reach us, or we helpless die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET: 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE ROSALIND'S SCROLL by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |