The sacred influence of light appears.

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.