The North Transept: The Psalms XI

Come to me, Angel guests ! whatever springs
In me of passion, or of earthly pride,
Shall flee at sound of your celestial wings ;
O gentle Psalmist, other thoughts abide
With thee, how have I scared thee ? to my side
Come again, tranquil spirit ; oh, unrol
Thy sweet melodious fulness o'er the tide
Of my wild tossing thoughts, touch my sad soul,
And let me own again thy mastering soft control !