Littell's Living Age/Volume 173/Issue 2244/Echoes

one who walks upon a windy night, Through unknown streets, to reach the minster door, Guides not his footsteps by the gusty light, But by the clangor that the wild bells pour; Yet oft he pauses, when in the wind's roar Some louder echo calls him left or right; And much he joys when, full of angels bright, He sees the great rose-window flame before.

So if the wanderer in life's ways attend To catch the heavenly carillon, above Its earthly echoes, nature, art, and love; Then in his ears, as earth's sweet voices end, The bells sound clearer, and before his eyes Bright windows open in the darkening skies.