The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XIX

Her sacred Sundays, in their varied vest,
And Saintly days, in colours of the skies,
With precept and with Prayer and warning drest,
Were without Him but like th' enamell'd dyes
On pictured panes, whose beauty hidden lies
All colourless, till from the veil of night
The bright-hair'd Sun behind is seen to rise,
When lo, the holy Preachers spring to light,
Manifold shapes of life, in glowing vestures dight.