Bow down my soul in worship very low <br />And in the holy silences be lost. <br />Bow down before the marble man of woe, <br />Bow down before the singing angel host. <br />What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye, <br />What golden grandeur moves the depths of me! <br />The soaring arches lift me up on high <br />Taking my breath with their rare symmetry. <br /> <br />Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light <br />Of beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne, <br />Bow down before the wonder of man's might. <br />Bow down in worship, humble and alone; <br />Bow lowly down before the sacred sight <br />Of man's divinity alive in stone.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/russian-cathedral/
