To pour his heart’s devotion in a shrine
Less mighty—less majestic? Who would quit
A temple canopied by arching heaven,
Fraught with the melody of heaven’s free winds,
Nature his fellow worshipper, to bow
In man’s frail sanctuaries? Who feels not
In the lone forest depths at this still hour,
A thrill of holy joy, that lifts the soul
Above the thoughts of earth, and gives it power
Nearer to commune with its kindred heaven?