The Sepulchral Recesses: Taylor

Like a woof where jewels gleam,
Where the rubies beam,
Where the colours of all skies,
And "the beryl lies,"
Such is thy unfetter'd line,
Saint and sage benign.

Thou shalt teach us from on high
How to live and die.
How the golden hues of love
Tinge the fading grove,
Dressing Autumn's drear decay
With the gleams of day.

Thou the channels of Heaven's grace
Thro' all time shalt trace,
And thine untun'd eloquence
Its deep stores dispense,
In thy soul laid manifold
On the floor untold.

Early seen at Heaven's high door
Thy full soul to pour,
If of Angel's minstrelsy
Aught should wander nigh,
Watching for a sweeter strain
Wilder'd man to gain.

Prison'd friend of martyr king,
Never flagg'd thy wing.
Upward still thy spirit draws
In life-giving laws,
Training with stern discipline
To the towers divine.