Have beat upon those walls in vain:

She stands! a daughter of the rock,

The changeless God’s eternal fane.

Firm was their faith, the ancient bands,

The wise of heart in wood and stone,

Who reared with stern and trusty hands

These dark grey towers of days unknown.

They filled these aisles with many a thought;

They bade each nook some truth reveal;

The pillared arch its legend brought;