THE TEMPLE.“Know you not that your members are the temple of the Holy Ghost?”—1 Cor. vi. 19.Come, I have found a temple where to dwell:Sealed up and watched by spirits day and night;Behind the veil there is a crystal well;The glorious cedar pillars sparkle bright,All gemmed with big and glistening drops of dewThat work their way from out yon hidden floodBy mystic virtue through the fragrant wood,Making it shed a faint, unearthly smell;And from beneath the curtain that doth lieIn rich and glossy folds of various hue,Soft showers of pearly light run streaminglyOver the checkered floor and pavement blue.Oh! that our eyes might see that fount of grace!But none hath entered yet his own heart’s holy place.—Faber.
THE TEMPLE.“Know you not that your members are the temple of the Holy Ghost?”—1 Cor. vi. 19.Come, I have found a temple where to dwell:Sealed up and watched by spirits day and night;Behind the veil there is a crystal well;The glorious cedar pillars sparkle bright,All gemmed with big and glistening drops of dewThat work their way from out yon hidden floodBy mystic virtue through the fragrant wood,Making it shed a faint, unearthly smell;And from beneath the curtain that doth lieIn rich and glossy folds of various hue,Soft showers of pearly light run streaminglyOver the checkered floor and pavement blue.Oh! that our eyes might see that fount of grace!But none hath entered yet his own heart’s holy place.—Faber.
“Know you not that your members are the temple of the Holy Ghost?”—1 Cor. vi. 19.
Come, I have found a temple where to dwell:Sealed up and watched by spirits day and night;Behind the veil there is a crystal well;The glorious cedar pillars sparkle bright,All gemmed with big and glistening drops of dewThat work their way from out yon hidden floodBy mystic virtue through the fragrant wood,Making it shed a faint, unearthly smell;And from beneath the curtain that doth lieIn rich and glossy folds of various hue,Soft showers of pearly light run streaminglyOver the checkered floor and pavement blue.Oh! that our eyes might see that fount of grace!But none hath entered yet his own heart’s holy place.—Faber.
Come, I have found a temple where to dwell:Sealed up and watched by spirits day and night;Behind the veil there is a crystal well;The glorious cedar pillars sparkle bright,All gemmed with big and glistening drops of dewThat work their way from out yon hidden floodBy mystic virtue through the fragrant wood,Making it shed a faint, unearthly smell;And from beneath the curtain that doth lieIn rich and glossy folds of various hue,Soft showers of pearly light run streaminglyOver the checkered floor and pavement blue.Oh! that our eyes might see that fount of grace!But none hath entered yet his own heart’s holy place.
—Faber.