William Wordsworth: “Thanksgiving Ode, January 18, 1816”

Inviting words – perchance already flung,
(As the crowd press devoutly down the aisle
Of some old minster’s venerable pile)
From voices into zealous passion stung,
While the tubed engine feels the inspiring blast,
And has begun – its clouds of sound to cast
Towards the empyreal Heaven,
As if the fretted roof were riven.

– William Wordsworth, “Thanksgiving Ode, January 18, 1816