The North Transept: The Psalms X

Oh, my sad soul is weary with Earth's wrong —
Evil of men, and worldly vanity ; —
Give me the music of your heavenly song, —
Sion, nurse of our hopes, for thee I sigh ; —
Give me the music of your minstrelsy,
Which hath its echo in the heart alone !
Oh, waken up that Angel company,
That sleeps in your deep chords — from your pure throne
Come forth, lift my weak soul to your untroubled zone ;