In An English Catbedral
High shrine of beauty zvhich men s hands have reared
To utter forth their dreams of truth and God Though your foundation is the lowly sod. From your fair aisles the multitudes have peered
Into far heaven, finding there the prise
Of soul-content their cities have not brought. By your szveet art their spirits have been taught The lore of angels. Their earth-zueary eyes Have looked al last upon a world secure.
Your hallozvcd pillars stand while nations fall. Brom faithless science your dim altars call 'To reverence, to life that shah endure. t As kingdoms rock and saintly souls repine We find hearts’ home in you, beloved shrine.
—Thomas Curtis Clark in the Churchutaii, o£ New York.
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 66, 10 December 1938, Page 1 (Supplement)
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122In An English Catbedral Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 66, 10 December 1938, Page 1 (Supplement)
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