Classic Poem

Start not! upon the minster wall,
Sunshine is shed in holy calm;
And, lonely though my footsteps fall,
The saints shall shelter thee from harm.

Shrink not if it be summer noon;
This shadow should night's welcome be.
These stairs are steep, but landed soon
We'll rest us long and quietly.

What though our path be o'er the dead?
They slumber soundly in the tomb;
And why should mortals fear to tread
Pathway to their future home?, The