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!