OPEN your gates, ye everlasting Piles! Types of the spiritual Church which God hath reared; Not loth we quit the newly-hallowed sward And humble altar, 'mid your sumptuous aisles To kneel, or thrid your intricate defiles, Or down the nave to pace in motion slow; Watching, with upward eye, the tall tower grow And mount, at every step, with living wiles Instinct -- to rouse the heart and lead the will By a bright ladder to the world above. Open your gates, ye Monuments of love Divine! thou Lincoln, on thy sovereign hill! Thou, stately York! and Ye, whose splendours cheer Isis and Cam, to patient Science dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES PROFITABLE THINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WATCHMAN AND THE NIGHT: THE WATCHMAN by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE LORDS' MASQUE: FIRST DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |