The Way to the Chapter-house: Sacred Retirement VI

Oh ! hide me in thy temple, ark serene,
Where safe upon the swell of this rude sea,
I might survey the stars, thy towers between,
And might pray always ; not that I would be
Uplifted, or would fain not dwell with thee
On the rough waters, but in soul within
I sigh for thy pure calm, serene and free ;
I too would prove thy Temple, 'mid the din
Of earthly things, unstain'd by care or sin !