Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: THRONE AND ALTAR" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
He had a vision of a golden throne / Fronting an altar; both alike were bare, / But o'er the purple of the regal chair / Blazed the device, "I wait for him alone / Who with the world has held his soul his own." / He sadly turned, this height he could not dare.
But -- Stay -- the text upon the altar there -- / "I wait for him who has not made a moan / Howe'er his kind have used his heaven-sent dower.
Fear not, and burn thine incense, lowly heart." / And sudden brightness turns the averted face, / To holy sense of majesty and power -- / And a voice:"Master -- this indeed thou art." / Wondrous music trembles thro' the space.