Within those sacred walls—our common home—
As children kneel of one true mother—Rome.
One faith was ours, one country all our own,
Wherein all petty landmarks are o’erthrown:
Not worshipping as Latin, Saxon, Gaul—
The children of one God who made us all.
Ours an inheritance so full and great,
Each lowliest handmaid clothed in royal state;
No heart so poor but that it throne may be
For Heaven’s King in his infinity.