Oft have I seen at some cathedral door     A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,     Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet     Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o’er;     Far off the noises of the world retreat;     The loud vociferations of the street     Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day,     And leave my burden at this minster gate,     Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate     To inarticulate murmurs dies away,     While the eternal ages watch and wait.