When from mosaics re-established saints Look down once more upon a Christian crowd, And Echo startles into life, and faints With rapture at Gregorian chanting loud, And Mass magnificently moving on Towards its climax, brings the moment near After the lapse of many centuries gone For Christ in priestly hands to reappear, When the exultant organ's chord has ceased And every head is bowed expectantly, --Then at the altar the Byzantine priest Shall hold aloft the Host triumphantly! RESOLUTION I SEE the work of others, and my heart Sinks as my own achievement I compare. --I will not be irresolute, nor despair, But battle strongly for my struggling art Convinced against conviction that my part Equally with my masters I can bear; Although their monuments are very fair, Enriched with statues, and I stand apart And gaze upon my little heap of stones Which I was given to build with, very few As yet laid into place, but I will lay --Blind to these marble monuments and thrones, Building as though I confidently knew My ultimate end,--a stone in place each day. END End of Project Gutenberg's Poems of West & East, by Vita Sackville-West