Sonnet Xcvii. The Church In The Park. Poem by Henry Alford

Sonnet Xcvii. The Church In The Park.



Dark is the spot and damp. The great man's hall
Keeps off the pleasant sun. The stones are green;
And here and there a gaping breach is seen,
Or window--arch despoiled, or brick--patched wall.
Within 'tis desolate and cheerless all:
Moist boxes, shoulder--high, where seats have been;
Two rampant beasts on tottering chancel--screen;
A roof that waits but the first snow to fall.

O sin and shame! not fifty yards away,
Corniced above and carpeted below,
With pictures bright, and plate in gleaming show,
Riseth the temple, whither day by day
A family held Christian doth repair
To glut their appetite with sumptuous fare!

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