Start not! upon the minster wall āàSunshine is shed in holy calm, And lonely though my footsteps fall, āàThe saints shall shelter thee from harm. Shrink not if it be summer noon, āàThis shadow should night's welcome be; These stairs are steep, but landed soon āàWe'll rest us long and quietly. What though our path be o'er the dead, āàThey slumber soundly in the tomb; And why should mortals fear to tread āàThe pathway to their future home? |