Afar, mid pictured saints and symboled signs,
Through great cathedral arches warm and dim,
I caught the melody of matin hymn;
Susurrous still it thrills these resonant lines,
The morning symphony of soaring pines.
Whose flowering columns, springing straight and slim.
Deep prick with emerald Aurora's rim.
While Prayer and Praise below do build their shrines.
Melodious minster of enchanting health.
What worship murmurs in thine undertone!
What healing hides in every honeyed cone, —
Balsamic life sweet breathing out by stealth.
What gifts to mortals, on thy breezes blown.
Bring balm to flesh and spirit in thy wealth!
Author's Note: At Intervale, North Conway, N. H.