Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — St. Johns Cambridge

I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade        &nbsp Thy western window, Chapel of St. John!        &nbsp And hear its leaves repeat their benison        &nbsp On him, whose hand if thy stones memorial laid; Then I remember one of whom was said        &nbsp In the world's darkest hour, "Behold thy son!"        &nbsp And see him living still, and wandering on        &nbsp And waiting for the advent long delayed. Not only tongues of the apostles teach        &nbsp Lessons of love and light, but these expanding        &nbsp And sheltering boughs with all their leaves implore, And say in language clear as human speech,        &nbsp "The peace of God, that passeth understanding,        &nbsp Be and abide with you forevermore!"