MOST glorious Temple! open flung Are all thy sculptured doors; Thy mellow chimes are hourly rung, Thy Jubilates ceaseless-sung, And o'er thy grassy floors Reverent I walk, and let my prayers Waft heavenward with the morning airs. Thy choirs are streams that, thundering, leap The mountain barriers down; The winds that wail by gorge and steep; The brooks through sunny meads that sweep Or foam where cañons frown; And crags, and groves by crystal falls, Thy altars and confessionals. Perpetual masses here intone; Uncounted censers swing; A psalm on every breeze is blown; The echoing peaks from throne to throne Greet the indwelling King; — The Lord, the Lord is everywhere, And seraph-tongued are earth and air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE EXILE TO HIS WIFE by JOSEPH BRENAN BUDDHA AND BRAHMA by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WITCHES' FROLIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IF I AM SITTING CLOSE TO YOU by JESSIE DOWNS BELKNAP |