The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XVIII

One soul, one tongue is there : th' Eternal Son,
Her true Shechinah unreveal'd to sight,
Dwells in her living courts for ever One,
Tho' manifold His gifts, and infinite
The varied radiations of the light, -
While in His awful countenance we read :
Withholding and imparting to our might,
And the requirements of our several need,
He quickens all the forms which from her breast proceed.