MOST glorious Temple! open flung Are all thy sculptured doors; Thy mellow chimes are hourly rung, Thy Jubilates ceaseless-sung, And o'er thy grassy floors Reverent I walk, and let my prayers Waft heavenward with the morning airs. Thy choirs are streams that, thundering, leap The mountain barriers down; The winds that wail by gorge and steep; The brooks through sunny meads that sweep Or foam where cañons frown; And crags, and groves by crystal falls, Thy altars and confessionals. Perpetual masses here intone; Uncounted censers swing; A psalm on every breeze is blown; The echoing peaks from throne to throne Greet the indwelling King; — The Lord, the Lord is everywhere, And seraph-tongued are earth and air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE |