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The East Window in York Minster
COMPOSED AFTER SEVERAL HOURS' EXAMINATION OF IT WITH CANON LORD FORESTER
With wondering eyes we sit and gaze
Upon the many-jewelled blaze,
Where Art has flung her mingled dyes,
Outrivalling the Orient skies,
Bird, rainbow, flower, and sunset-rays.
Upon the many-jewelled blaze,
Where Art has flung her mingled dyes,
Outrivalling the Orient skies,
Bird, rainbow, flower, and sunset-rays.
This gorgeous mist, this tangled haze
Clears, and unravels, and God's ways
We see evolve, and purpose wise,
With wondering eyes.
Clears, and unravels, and God's ways
We see evolve, and purpose wise,
With wondering eyes.
Sermons in glass the seer portrays:
Seals, trumpets, vials he displays;
The scroll of Time wide open lies,
Things present, past, and future rise;
God's Book our guide we thrid the maze,
With wondering eyes.
Seals, trumpets, vials he displays;
The scroll of Time wide open lies,
Things present, past, and future rise;
God's Book our guide we thrid the maze,
With wondering eyes.
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