poet Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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The Minster

DIM thro' the sculptured aisles the sunbeam falls
More like a dream
Of some imagined beam,
Than actual daylight over mortal walls.

A strain of music like the rushing wind,
But deep and sweet
As when the waters meet
In one mysterious harmony combined.

So swells the mighty organ, rich and full,
As if it were the soul
Which raised the glorious whole
Of that fair building, vast and wonderful.

Doth not the spirit feel its influence,
All vain and feverish care,
All thoughts that worldly are,
Strife, tumult, mirth, and fear are vanished hence.

The world is put aside, within the heart
Those hopes arise
Thrice sacred mysteries,
In which our earthly nature has no part.

Oh, Christian Fane, the soul expands in thee,
Thine altar and thy tomb
Speak of the hope and doom
Which leads and cheers man to eternity.

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010
Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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Comments about The Minster by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  • Peter Bolton (9/29/2015 2:36:00 PM)

    Thanks for the edit.

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  • Peter Bolton (9/28/2015 4:04:00 PM)

    This poem is entitled The Minster, not The Minister, and it complements an illustration of the interior of The Collegiate Church, Manchester. This explains the strains of organ music heard within the text!

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