Cathedral Voluntary, A - Part 3

What is your message, loud imperious pipes?
Wine to the faint heart, oil upon my stripes!
Such resolution as the initiate soul
Suffers when cerements of this flesh unroll?
Glory of tireless wing and boundless room,
Foretasted? So the Baptist in the womb
Leapt and adored
The footsteps of the Mother of his Lord!
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