"So Shall They Live; When Ends Our Day"

"This is their temple, vaulted high
And here we pause with reverent eye.
With silent tongue and awe-struck soul;
for here we sense life's proper goal.

To be like these, straight, true and fine.
To make our world, like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down. Oh traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees."