The Side Windows: Tertullian

How art thou fallen ! seeking, 'mid the stars
To set thy nest ; unloos'd from fleshly bars,
Striving the chasten'd soul " to wind too high "
For one encompass'd with humanity !
Could not thy Mother's milk and quiet breast
Suffice thee, nurturing to Eden's rest ?
Thou wast her glory ; and the fiend of pride
Ne'er could have won thee from her peaceful side,
Were he not trick'd in guise of lowliness.
Thou art her glory still ; and she no less
Puts on the armouries of thy soberer soul,
And reads from thy sad fall her lesson of control.