Miraculous silver-work in stone 
Against the blue miraculous skies, 
The belfry towers and turrets rise 
Out of the arches that enthrone 
That airy wonder of the skies. 

Softly against the burning sun 
The great cathedral spreads its wings; 
High up, the lyric belfry sings. 
Behold Ascension Day begun 
Under the shadow of those wings!