The North Transept: The Psalms XXVIII

He sang of the commandments good and great,
Without which, mirror'd in the heavenly glass,
There were no concord in angelic state,
Nor harmonies on high. All earth as grass
Shall fade away, the skies to nothing pass,
Born of the Breath of the life-giving Word
These living laws shall, from the dying mass,
Lead to the presence of th' Eternal Lord,
And better strength to run His high behests afford.