The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XXIX

Thoughts of our Church like moon-beams seem'd to peer,
And made the desolation more forlorn ;
It was an hour for contemplation's tear :
But 'tis not ours o'er ruin'd wrecks to mourn,
For thro' the broken rents, which Time hath worn,
Shines our celestial House ; our Father blest
Should teach us thus how vain each earthly bourne,
Though fairest seeming, holiest, and best; —
The more to seek for nought but His eternal rest.