Voices from the Lakes, and Other Poems By the Rev. Charles D. Bell |
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SONNET. OUR CATHEDRALS.
Ye vast Cathedrals of our native land,Whose arches seem designed to prop the sky,
As tho' the angels had come down from high
To do a work beyond a mortal hand,
And rear a stately home for Deity;
What beauty crowns your massive towers, your spires,
Where loves the sun to rest his glittering fires!
Your buttresses and pinnacles how grand!
Relieved by deepened shade, the softened light
Lies on your stately aisles and noble nave,
Your hallowed walls and splendid architrave,
And marble pillars, forests to the sight;
While from your choir there sweep sweet symphonies,
As erst God's voice thro' Eden's twilight trees.
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