The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel V

At every turn throughout Life's wilderness,
In pillar'd fire, smote rock, or healed springs,
His presence she reveals, and power to bless :
When the autumnal wind of ruin sings,
She blends her Advent chaunt of happier things,
As louder swell the sounds of stern decay,
The higher doth she lift her herald voice, till wings
And Angel forms are seen, and on our way
Springs from dark winter's womb the face of endless day-