STAY, curyous traveller, and pass not bye, <br />Until this fetive pile astounde thine eye. <br />Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie, <br />And okes with okes entremed disponed lie. <br />This mightie pile, that keeps the wyndes at baie, <br />Fyre-levyn and the mokie storme defie, <br />That shootes aloofe into the reaulmes of daie, <br />Shall be the record of the Buylders fame for aie. <br />Thou seest this maystrie of a human hand, <br />The pride of Brystowe and the Westerne lande, <br />Yet is the Buylders vertues much moe greete, <br />Greeter than can bie Rowlies pen be scande. <br />Thou seest the saynctes and kynges in stonen state, <br />That seemd with breath and human soule dispande, <br />As payrde to us enseem these men of slate, <br />Such is greete Canynge's mynde when payrd to God elate. <br />Well maiest thou be astound, but view it well; <br />Go not from hence before thou see thy fill, <br />And learn the Builder's vertues and his name; <br />Of this tall spyre in every countye telle, <br />And with thy tale the lazing rych men shame; <br />Showe howe the glorious Canynge did excelle; <br />How hee good man a friend for kynges became, <br />And gloryous paved at once the way to heaven and fame.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-same-oure-ladies-chyrche/
