The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel I

No more in mazes of the Psalmist's song,
Is Christ disclos'd, as in a dim retreat ;
Nor sitting the prophetic shades among ; —
But lighten'd by the living Paraclete
The Church her children gathers 'neath His feet,
And shews anew upon each holier morn
Tracks of His footsteps, or some lesson meet,
Words from th' Eternal roll, to cheer or warn,
And in a bracelet weaves her Sunday to adorn.