The Starry Cope Of Heaven.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

But Let My Due Feet Never Fail To Walk The Studious Cloisters Pale, And Love The High Embowed Roof, With Antique Pillars Massy Proof, And Storied Windows Richly Dight; Casting A Dim Religious Light.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.