The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XI

A little further in the solemn grove,
Into the bosom of the silent night, —
A little further onward let us move
From the rude world — yet further — from the sight
Of kindred and of friends, that so aright
We may discern our weakness, and apply
Our hearts to God alone, while the broad light,
The witness of His sorrows, is on high, —
The paschal moon which o'er yon olive-mount stands by.