Uprear'd this chapel in this land.
Full well I know so fine a sight,
Was never raised by mortal wight."
Of its majesty he speaks in another measure:—
"Stay, curious traveller, and pass not by
Until this festive pile astound thine eye.
Whole rocks on rocks, with iron join'd, survey;
And oaks with oaks that interfitted lie;
This mighty pile that keeps the winds at bay,
And doth the lightning and the storm defy,