The North Transept: The Psalms VI

As when the Moon, hid in some woodland maze,
Lights all with her own meek magnificence,
And oft displays her shadows — the rapt gaze,
Kindling at her retiring more intense,
Labours to view her ; she from her dim fence
Oft opens on the glade no more conceal'd;
Thus thro' the lore, lit by His influence,
The Christian's Lord oft stands, to sight reveal'd,
And shews, in clearer heights, His all-protecting shield.