The North Transept: The Psalms XXIV

But one there was who sat by Siloa's stream
And converse held with God ; a poet's tear
He shed, but not of hate or love the theme.
He too had borne the helmet and the spear,
And now the crown of Eastern Kings did wear ;
With nobler thoughts his strains arise and cease,
With one Whose presence to his soul was dear,
His strains they were of holiness and peace,
And One that should arise Creation to release.