The mighty organ loudly pealed and mingled in accord
With holy voices chanting high the anthems of their Lord:
“Venite Adoremus” sang the choristers that night
Within the old cathedral church, which shone with many a light;
“Et Verbum Caro factum est,” thus sung the chant again,
While clouds of fragrant incense rose and floated through the fane.
Many a frocked and cowléd monk and many a hooded friar,
Many a knight of high degree and many a faithful squire,
Many a youth and many a maid and many a lady fair,
Knelt side by side, and, kneeling, prayed upon the pavement bare.