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 gleamed 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!"