BLESSINGS be round it still! that gleaming fane, Low in its mountain-glen! Old, mossy trees Mellow the sunshine through the untinted pane; And oft, borne in upon some fitful breeze, The deep sound of the ever-pealing seas, Filling the hollows with its anthem-tone, There meets the voice of psalms! Yet not alone For memories lulling to the heart as these, I bless thee, 'midst thy rocks, gray house of prayer! But for @3their@1 sakes who unto thee repair From the hill-cabins and the ocean-shore. Oh! may the fisher and the mountaineer Words to sustain earth's toiling children hear, Within thy lowly walls, for evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |