| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Little Church Around the Corner | | By John Myers O’Hara |
| | | IN meek seclusion where cathedrals vie, | |
| It shuns the shining dome and spires of pride; | |
| Content to nestle undiscerned beside | |
| The street where wealth and fashion pass it by; | |
| A refuge for the spirit’s inmost sigh, | 5 |
| With prayer’s consoling hush to none denied; | |
| It keeps the faith for hearts that still confide, | |
| Renunciation that no pomps belie. | |
| And many pass its portal shrine nor stay | |
| The hurried step, impatient of its peace; | 10 |
| But when the pageant vanishes with day | |
| And all the lures of gain and glory cease, | |
| One enters, sad as Dante, long ago, | |
| The convent gate of Fra Hilario. | | | | |
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