IN A CATHEDRAL.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume IV, Issue 174, 28 July 1876, Page 6

IN A CATHEDRAL.

Here comes the whistle of the engine : here The factory's hum is heard, the news-boy's cry ; -wViil^ the busy streets their traffic ply, All sounds of progress smito tv unwilling ear. Yet ling'ring here the ages flown appear, In dead tongues spok'n, in rites that can. not die, Seen, as beheld of centuries gone by In gorgeous shrines, or secret caverns drear. Here well are met the present and the past, For here we learn the meaning of each age — Or modem glare, or eld's mysterious hue — Howe'er men separate them, shadows cast Are both alike on time's unreal page. Eternity alone contains the true.