'Twas sabbath morn. The city lay
I In the embrace of dawn, which,
As it blended with the approaching day,
Revealed Cathedral dome, and lofty spire
Of many a church, where people congregate
To worship God; till at length,
Its radiance rested on a Temple made
Of stone, symmetrical and white,
Which towered in silent speech, and
Voiceless prayer, piercing the sky;— as if
To point beyond the finite view,
And lead the worn and weary unto Christ.
