The Sepulchral Recesses: Kettlewell

Is there a form in England's Church enshrin'd,
Which some bright guardian Angel doth invest
With his own hues, in which her mien imprest,
And her transforming spirit throughly shin'd,
In calm obedience lovingly resigned ?

'Tis Coleshill's saint, in meekness manifest, —
He whom in trial's hour she sweetly blest
With patient wisdom, and so disciplin'd
To keep his garments, that for him she won
From th' Eucharistic fount of Benison
Stern reverential Truth ; then Charity
Made his meek heart an altar, and thereon
Burn'd like some fragrant incense, to the sky
In holy prayers rising continually.