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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.

Malmesbury

Restoration of Malmesbury Abbey

By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850)

MONASTIC and time-consecrated fane!

Thou hast put on thy shapely state again,

Almost august as in thy early day,

Ere ruthless Henry rent thy pomp away.

No more the mass on holidays is sung,

The Host high raised or fuming censer swung;

No more, in amice white, the Fathers slow

With lighted tapers in long order go;

Yet the tall window lifts its archéd height,

As to admit heaven’s pale but purer light;

Those massy clustered columns, whose long rows,

Even at noonday, in shadowy pomp repose

Amid the silent sanctity of death,

Like giants seem to guard the dust beneath.

Those roofs re-echo (though no altars blaze)

The prayer of penitence, the hymn of praise;

Whilst meek religion’s self, as with a smile,

Reprints the tracery of the holy pile,

Worthy its guest, the temple. What remains?

O mightiest Master! thy immortal strains

These roofs demand; listen! with prelude slow,

Solemnly sweet, yet full, the organs blow.

And hark! again, heard ye the choral chant

Peal through the echoing arches, jubilant?

More softly now, imploring litanies,

Wafted to heaven, and mingling with the sighs

Of penitence, from yonder altar rise;

Again the vaulted roof “Hosannahs” rings,—

“Hosannah! Lord of lords, and King of kings”!

Rent, but not prostrate; stricken, yet sublime;

Reckless alike of injuries or time;

Thou, unsubdued in silent majesty,

The tempest hast defied, and shalt defy!

The temple of our Sion so shall mock

The muttering storm, the very earthquake’s shock,

Founded, O Christ, on thy eternal rock!