Deep as the light our kneeling peasants know
When, dumbly, at the ringing of a bell
They adore the sacred elements; a light
That shows all Nature, of which your life is part,
Bound to that harmony which alone sets free;
And every grain of dust upon its way
As punctual to its purpose as a star.
This Rock has played its part in many a life.
We know it, for we see it every day.
No angelus ever rang, but some one’s eyes