Wife, parent, child, be missed, off mercy leaves
With stars for eyes, to search the darks of earth.
ST. PETER'S CATHEDRAL IN ROME
This temple is soul-startling. 'Tis to me
A thunder storm in stone, with Sinai flare
Across the Ages. 'Tis the Fiend's despair
And the Arch-angel's Triumph. It sets free
The mind and soul with certitude, Christ's key
Which, like the Sun, opes Heaven—the Good and Fair.