Norwich Cathedral Evensong

Nine hundred years these arches rang : With fervent praise the people sang. In early days the monks would chant As from the heights bright beams would slant Illuminating Norman stone And soften with a pallid light, With Benedictine monotone, To put all worldly dark to flight. With skill, in stone, mere men have wrought A timeless edifice, which sought To witness to the power eternal, With habit, cowl and vow fraternal. And still, today, the peoples sing, Sweet music echoing from the walls; The organ thunders, anthems ring From medieval quire stalls.