IN THE BAPTISTERY, WESTMINSTER ABBEY. THE streaming sunlight floods the
crimson panes Where Cowper and George Herbert, side by side, Stand out, transfigured and thrice-glorified, From their calm world no ruder step profanes. Here dwells the poet-Saint whose lofty strains Have filled the hearts of all men far and wide : Here Wordsworth ponders, pensive and tongue-tied, Some secret gleaned from Nature's fair domains.
And here the faces of those two great men* Gaze grandly peaceful,—comrades in the fight, Who struck their blow for Truth with fearless pen.
A sunbeam flits between them from above : And as the one bears witness, " God is Light !"
Still comes the other's answer, " God is Love I" W. H. &VILE.-