Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 35 1834.pdf/19



be round it still!—that gleaming fane, Low in its mountain-glen!—old mossy trees Narrow the sunshine through th' untinted pane, And oft, borne in upon some fitful breeze, The deep sound of the ever-pealing seas, Filling the hollows with its anthem-tone, There meets the voice of psalms;—yet not alone For mansions, lulling to the heart as these, I bless thee 'midst thy rocks, grey House of Prayer! But for their sakes that unto thee repair, From the hill-cabins and the ocean shore: Oh! may the fisher and the mountaineer Words to sustain earth's toiling children hear, Within thy lowly walls for evermore!