Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
Christ Church
By Edwin B. RussellG
The eyes of reverent pilgrims greet,
As by thy bells their steps are led,
Thou liftest up thy voice to-day,
Silvery and sweet, yet strong as aye,
Above the living and the dead.
That moved through porch and aisle along
The holy fane, the galleried height;
As years came in, and years went out,
With sob of woe, or joyful shout;
With requiem rest, or anthem bright.
And in the organ loft renew
The sacred strain of earlier times,
When knight and dame in worship bent,
And from their lips the homage sent
That mingled with the answering chimes.
Which shone through all that anxious night,
To eager eyes of Paul Revere.
There, in the dark churchyard below,
The dead Past wakened not, to know
How changed the world, that night of fear.
The Saviour’s face thine altar o’er
Is there, as in the elder day.
The royal silver yet doth shine,
And holds the pledge of love divine,
That cannot change, nor pass away.