Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Little Church Around the CornerJohn Myers OHara
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It shuns the shining dome and spires of pride;
Content to nestle undiscerned beside
The street where wealth and fashion pass it by;
A refuge for the spirit’s inmost sigh,
With prayer’s consoling hush to none denied;
It keeps the faith for hearts that still confide,
Renunciation that no pomps belie.
And many pass its portal shrine nor stay
The hurried step, impatient of its peace;
But when the pageant vanishes with day
And all the lures of gain and glory cease,
One enters, sad as Dante, long ago,
The convent gate of Fra Hilario.