In the colour of the glass, so much time has passed,
so much time for it is of the beauty of the age,
of the beauty of the medieval age of the church,
and of the age’s past, oh, what craftsmanship,
and what time it must have taken,
and of those who have had such skills,
and who have rightly earned such great reputations,
great reputations from all the hours that they worked,
all hours and in such exquisite ways,
and of such a rare occupation,
and with the magnificence born,
standing before us above all the years,
the building and the stonework,
it weathers the weather,
which is almost as strong as the day it was built,
and it cannot be outdone, outdone by any modern creation,
for it stands alone, as the services are held,
and it stands proud,
and the gargoyles outside,
how magnificently scary,
they look as they scare away,
the evils from the nation.
