lived with God for friend, And drew strange sustenance from overhead, And knew a bright beginning in life’s end; For all their earthly days Were filled with meaning deeper than the hour.

Leave us our simple faith in star and flower, And all our simple ways Of prayer and praise, And ancient virtues of humility, Honour and reverence and the bended knee, Old tenderness and gracious courtesies, From Time so hardly won:  But you that no more have content in these, From out our sanctuaries Begone—­and gladly gone!