Naught that country needeth

Naught that country needeth of these aisles of stone;

Where the Godhead dwelleth, temple there is none.

All saints that in these courts have stood

Are but babes and feeding on childrens food.

On through darkness,

On through sign and token,

On through stars amidst the night,

On to light,

On through darkness,

On through sign and token,

Forward into light!