TOGETHER, comrade, widely did we roam.
In Gothic aisles, at wayside shrines, and where
The slender minarets pierce the dusky air,
And Moslem kneel beneath Sofia’s dome:
At vesper chant, ’mid hooded monks of Rome,
We bowed together, reverencing there
Through myriad creeds and tongues the soul of prayer :
And every land of men to us was home.
A heavier curtain now thy hands upraise;
Into a darker minster stray thy feet.
May loving eyes and clasp of welcome greet
The lover of all mortal hearts and ways,
And knowledge widen to Ms eager gaze
Who followed truth with tireless step and fleet.
William Cranston Lawton.