Well Have Yon Railway Labourers To This Ground Withdrawn For Noontide Rest. They Sit, They Walk Among The Ruins, But No Idle Talk Is Heard; To Grave Demeanour All Are Bound; And From One Voice A Hymn With Tuneful Sound Hallows Once More The Long-Deserted Quire And Thrills The Old Sepulchral Earth, Around. Others Look Up, And With Fixed Eyes Admire That Wide-Spanned Arch, Wondering How It Was Raised, To Keep, So High In Air, Its Strength And Grace: All Seem To Feel The Spirit Of The Place, And By The General Reverence God Is Praised: Profane Despoilers, Stand Ye Not Reproved, While Thus These Simple-Hearted Men Are Moved?