The Intermountain Catholic

The Old Cathedral.
Down in the Old Cathedral
'Midst the city's thickest din—
Where the smoke. and grime. and turmoil.
Speak of poverty and sin—
There is wondrous peace of spirit
In the Presence. there, of Him
Who is waiting for our homage,
In that old church, still and dim.
As the great doors swing behind us,
Banishing the noise and strife.
We perceive how sweet, by contrast,
Is the peaceful. hidden life.
And its spirit falls around us
As we kneel. in trusting prayer,
At the feet of Christ our Master.
In the stillness reigning there.
There is music in that silence.
It is eloquent of days
When those grand old walls resounded
With the voice of prayers and praise.
And it speaks to us of many
O, so many! feet that trod
Down those sacred aisles, now resting.
Through the tender grace of God.
Let us tread in those dear footprints
And before each altar pray
That our own steps bear us nearer
To our gentle Lord each day.
And when troubles crowd around us.
And our souls seem crushed with care,
Let us seek the "Old Cathedral"
And find peace and solace there.
J. M. B.