AT BURGOS.MIRACULOUS silver-work in stoneAgainst the blue miraculous skies,The belfry towers and turrets riseOut of the arches that enthroneThat airy wonder of the skies.Softly against the burning sunThe great cathedral spreads its wings;High up, the lyric belfry sings.Behold Ascension Day begunUnder the shadow of those wings!
MIRACULOUS silver-work in stoneAgainst the blue miraculous skies,The belfry towers and turrets riseOut of the arches that enthroneThat airy wonder of the skies.
Softly against the burning sunThe great cathedral spreads its wings;High up, the lyric belfry sings.Behold Ascension Day begunUnder the shadow of those wings!