BANISH'D the House of sacred rest, <br /> Amid a thoughtless throng, <br />At length I heard its creed confess'd, <br /> And knelt the saints among. <br /> <br />Artless his strain and unadorn'd, <br /> Who spoke Christ's message there; <br />But what at home I might have scorn'd, <br /> Now charm'd my famish'd ear. <br /> <br />Lord, grant me this abiding grace, <br /> Thy Word and sons to know; <br />To pierce the veil on Moses' face, <br /> Although his speech be slow.<br /><br />John Henry Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-the-veil-2/
