The North Transept: The Psalms II

Yea, and the Church shall love that hallowed fount,
Rivers of God, blest scenes, the secret height
Where David sat, his Sion's holy mount,
More than all-glowing strains of human spright ;
For Heaven-born Truth shrinks from sublunar light,
And rather wears the veil of David's hymn
Than the full glare of day, and oft from sight,
In parable and type and shadows dim,
There hides her holier face and wings of Seraphim.