Verse > Anthologies > Higginson and Bigelow, eds. > American Sonnets
Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
In Ecclesia
By Adeline Treadwell (Parsons) Lunt
IN some great silent church I love to sit
Before the little flock is gathered in,
Before the choristers their chants begin,
Or yet the white-robed priest has entered it;
Where Peace—a hovering angel—seems to flit,        5
Beyond the turmoil of the world’s tired din,
Beyond the sight of worldliness and sin,
And Silence breathes its music exquisite.
Here Meditation finds its purest place,
And Sorrow lingers, feeling comfort sure,        10
And even Pleasure pauses to win grace
From these delightsome courts and pavements pure.
So in the silent church I love to wait,
Remembering this, Heaven opens here its gate.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.