Katharine Lee Bates - Matins lyrics

Clamor of rooks from pinnacle and spire Hails an encrimsoned east; but chill and gray Below the pillared vistas arch away Through shadowy nave to glory-smitten choir, Where Orient sunbeams thrill with j**eled fire The dreaming gla** that blossoms unto day In roseate plumes and golden halo-ray And seraph faces rapt with God-desire. Ah, yet these walls, though hoary with the woe And shrift of centuries, are all too strait For such a splendor. From the elm-roofed lawn, Where thostles chant and streams responsive flow, I'll worship Him on Whom my longings wait, Before the great east window of the dawn.