various poets, Songs of Exile (1901)
“ God's Glory filleth not the Holy Place As once of old. Surely the glory of the House is o'er; Gone is the Presence, silent is the Voice;— They who remember that which is no more, Can they rejoice? To him, so musing, sudden rapture came; The axe fell from his trembling hand's control; A fire leapt upward, and a burning flame Woke in his soul. His eyes had seen; his soul spoke; he had gazed Upon one stone of that smooth marble plain:— Lo! from its place it surely had been raised, And set again. ”
