THE LITURGY

Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear

Attract us still, and passionate exercise

Of lofty thoughts, the way before us lies

Distinct with signs, through which in set career,

As through a zodiac, moves the ritual year

Of England's Church; stupendous mysteries!

Which whoso travels in her bosom eyes,

As he approaches them, with solemn cheer.

Upon that circle traced from sacred story

We only dare to cast a transient glance,

Trusting in hope that Others may advance

With mind intent upon the King of Glory,

From his mild advent till his countenance

Shall dissipate the seas and mountains hoary.