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!"