The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel IX

Then vernal Lent comes on— Nature puts up
Her sweetest notes, and dons her fairest trim ;
The Church is drinking of her Saviour's cup,
And far into the wild hath gone with him ;
Nature's glad tones upon her prison dim
Break not, or with calm influence on the soul
Come, like faint sounds of distant cherubim,
To cheer the chasten'd spirit, not control,
While prayer clears her dull eye to see th' eternal goal.