Without a column, and a flame
Guttering, one little but a name
Who would not quit her labyrinth.
God saw perfection - only this
Pearl, of this size, could deck the site
He had prepared for His delight
And for Marina's lasting bliss,
Only through working in these ways
Could He impinge with perfect skill
To work this pattern to His will
And gain from us eternal praise.
O depths of riches - what divine
Wisdom and power and love can do
Impels our worship as we view
How God secures His grand design!
Written July to September 1994
The verse I used is that used by Tennyson in "In Memoriam"; it is his wife who is buried in the same churchyard, and Tennyson Down is the most prominent hill - falling in a white cliff to the sea - in the area.