William Wilfred Campbell - Night lyrics

Home of the pure in heart and tranquil mind, Temple of love's white silence, holy Night; Greater than splendid thought or iron might, Thy lofty peace unswept by any wind Of human sorrow, leaves all care behind. Uplifted to the zenith of thy height, My world-worn spirit drinks thy calm delight, And, chrysalis-like, lets slip its earthly rind. The blinded feuds, base pa**ions, and fierce guilt, Vain pride and falseness that enslaved the day, Here dwindle and fade with all that mocks and mars; Where wisdom, awed, walks hushed with lips that pray. 'Neath this high minster, dim, invisible, built, Vast, walled with deeps of space and roofed with stars.