Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
    A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
    Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet
Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor
Kneel to repeat his paternoster o’er;
    Far oft the noises of the world retreat;
    The loud vociferation of the street
Become an undistinguishable roar.
So, as I enter here from day to day
    And leave my burden at this minster gate,
Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray,
    The tumult of the time disconsolate
To inarticulate murmurs dies away,
    While the eternal ages watch and wait.