The Cloisters: The Liturgy

A path of peace amid the tangled grove,
A moon-lit way of sweet security-
Bright holy days that form a galaxy
To make a road to Heaven — strains from above
Whereon the spheres of duty kindlier move,
Drinking pure light and heaven-born harmony —
Such is the path of thy calm Liturgy,
Ancient of mothers, in parental love
Daily unwinding from thine annual maze
Treasures that wax not old, whence still may grow
Fresh adoration. On thy face (of thee
Praying to be more worthy) as we gaze
Thy soul comes forth in beauty, and thy brow
So calm, is full of holiest Deity.