Spirits can know without the aid of chime
From village church, or proud cathedral spire:
Such as in thy land equal Babel’s dome,
In vain design to reach the Almighty’s home,
Where mortals with religion may aspire,
And godliness to go.” She ceas’d and gave
The signal, that was heard below the wave.
And now a chariot stood upon the edge
Of the bright river’s willow fringed sedge.
’Twas formed of pearl and opal, whose clear dyes