SACRED Religion! "mother of form and fear," Dread arbitress of mutable respect, New rites ordaining when the old are wrecked, Or cease to please the fickle worshipper; Mother of Love! (that name best suits thee here) Mother of Love! for this deep vale, protect Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect, Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it; -- as in those days When this low Pile a Gospel Teacher knew, Whose good works formed an endless retinue: A Pastor such as Chaucer's verse portrays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEINSTER by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY COMFORT by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES A.G.A.V. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IRIS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |