The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XVII

One lesson learns. Thus thro' advancing time
Building His habitation from the ends
Of Earth and Heaven, of every tongue and clime.
The dead and quick He in one temple blends,
Wherein one prayer the Heavenly gate ascends.
Tho' Babel's curse rests on the world forlorn,
And language, clime, and heart asunder rends,
Yet in th' unfailing Church, by age unworn,
Thy blessing still is fresh, thou Pentecostal morn !