The North Transept: The Psalms VIII

Ye holy strains, on David's harp that hung,
Tabor and little Hermon to your call,
And Jordan's willowy banks responsive sung:
Ye with soft wings, like Angel friends, when all
Seem'd to forsake, have sooth'd the Martyr's thrall ;
Some high-soul'd Laud, in suffering fortitude ;
Some captive Taylor by his prison wall;
And one by Cherwell's banks, in happier mood,
Hath woo'd your choral voice to soothe his solitude.-