And So Sepúlchred In Such Pomp Dost

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Only Add Deeds To Thy Knowledge Answerable, Add Faith, Add Virtue, Patience, Temperance, Add Love, By Name To Come Call'd Charity, The Soul Of All The Rest; Then Wilt Thou Not Be Loath To Leave This Paradise, But Shall Possess A Paradise Within Thee, Happier Far.