Christian Song of the Middle Ages

BY WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING .

Like waving vine the hard stone bends
Into cathedrals soft and free,
An angel every caping tends,
The fretwork blesses sacredly.

The virgin with the Holy Child,
Shines o'er the altar's golden cross,
A lovely mother pure and mild,
Whose heaven mourns no virtue's loss.

The swelling anthem dies away
In mournful music sweet and slow,
To celebrate that sacred day
On which Christ's blood drank up our woe.
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