English poem
Gloria In Excelsis!
by Benjamin Copeland (1791–)
The infinitely High Is the infinitely Near,— And the infinitely Holy Is the infinitely Dear.
A single ray from heaven— And all is understood,— For the infinitely Great Is the infinitely Good.
A CONTRAST.
Stone by stone the palace grows, Haughtily, mid dust and din; On the garden wall the rose Drinks the quiet sunshine in.
Stone by stone the prison rears, Frowningly, its bars of night;— Like a bride with love’s sweet fears, Leans the lily to the light.