To me no shrine with walls of clay,Not a great poem, but worth adding to the following collection:
No dome engirt with marble towers;
I worship thee in the open day
Amid the meadows and the flowers.
The shadows of the mighty trees
To me are dim religious light;
To me the murmurs of the breeze
Are voices of the infinite.
Tyrrell and Sullivan attribute the poem to B.M.C., i.e. Brabazon M. Casement, but I think the author was Brabazon Newcomen Casement.