Saint Hilda in the screen.
The Blessed Sacrament chapel, screen not by Comper. Over the altar, the cross you can see is one of those rare and wonderful things, a hanging Pyx.
Polychrome saints in the great screen before the Quire.
Ripon Cathedral is a wonderful place, slow, ponderous and still. Chill with stone but warmed by judicious use of copper and paint. I was reminded of a poem by Lewis Carroll, one time Archdeacon of Ripon and leading Tractarian when I saw a man sitting in a corner reading a book, looking for all the world as though he had been there all day.....
SOLITUDE -
I LOVE the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill. -
Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
And, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass. -
Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break in to mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude. -
Here may the silent tears I weep
Lull the vexed spirit into rest,
As infants sob themselves to sleep
Upon a mother's breast. -
But when the bitter hour is gone,
And the keen throbbing pangs are still,
Oh, sweetest then to couch alone
Upon some silent hill! -
To live in joys that once have been,
To put the cold world out of sight,
And deck life's drear and barren scene
With hues of rainbow-light. -
For what to man the gift of breath,
If sorrow be his lot below;
If all the day that ends in death
Be dark with clouds of woe? -
Shall the poor transport of an hour
Repay long years of sore distress-
The fragrance of a lonely flower
Make glad the wilderness? -
Ye golden hours of Life's young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth! -
I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day. -
Like all good Tractarian churches of course, it has been touched by the hand of Sir Ninian Comper, leading Anglo Catholic interior decorator!