Classic Poem

Meek fane of prayer, that by the river's brink
Dost offer salutation! — hills on hills
Behind thee lift their violet peaks in air;
And at thy base the happy waters glass
Thine image, like admiring souls that grow
Akin to what they love; and by thy porch
Pass pilgrim-freighted ships. — Ah! thus should Faith
On Beauty's frontier dwell; yet, not remote
From Action's current, reconciling so
Our daily life with thoughts that point beyond!