What palace-temple of the mystic East Bequeathed this title to thy Litany? What wide courts jubilant with minstrelsy, What tower-chambers whence the weary priest Might watch the still sky when the psalms had ceased -- Watch the still spires of fretted ivory, And pass to God in lonely ecstasy, And with the Angels hold sublimer feast? Mary, within thy courts all nations meet To praise the King whose citadel thou art And temple, and the altar is thy heart, And thy white soul his chosen mercy-seat; And by thy stair we shall find strength to part With earth for heaven, and climb, and reach God's feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH |