III.
Those Sabbath-bells—they call us not to piles of mossy stone,
Temples of yore, with age now hoar, and ivy overgrown,
Through whose stained windows softly creeps a dim religious light,
Seeming as it were sanctified unto the Christian’s sight.
Those Sabbath-bells—they call us not to piles of mossy stone,
Temples of yore, with age now hoar, and ivy overgrown,
Through whose stained windows softly creeps a dim religious light,
Seeming as it were sanctified unto the Christian’s sight.