My way alone, no better than the blind.”
The Matron kindly to the Boy replied,
“Trust in my promise, I will be thy guide.”
Then to the Chapel moved the friendly pair,
And well for Peter that his guide was there!
Dim, silent, solemn was the scene—he felt
The cedar’s power, that so unearthly smelt; 350
And then the stain’d, dark, narrow windows threw
Strange, partial beams on pulpit, desk, and pew:
Upon the altar, glorious to behold,