Boston Church

Majestic pile! thy rich and splendid tower
O'erlooks the ocean with aspiring pride, G
Daring the insults rude of wind and shower,
And greeting Time with presence dignified.
Firm as a rock yet seems thy massy power,
Though thou hast seen life's mightiest thrust aside,
And Ages crumble at thy feet in dust;
And the imperious Sea, as rightful dower,
Claim thousands of wrecked ships, to hold in trust,
As dark Oblivion's harvests of the storm, t
Waves yet may lash, and the loud hurricane
Threaten thy cloud-capt dwelling, and deform
The sky in glooms around thee, — all is vain:
Empires may pass away, but thou'lt remain —