Classic Poem

THE CORNER-STONE

He laid his rocks in courses,
His forest crowned the hill,
He yoked the ancient forces
And lent them to our will;
The heart he woke to duty,
He graced the builder's thought, —
He gave Creation beauty,
And he the Temple wrought!

Now, Father, build within us
The Temple's counterpart,
Deep laid in holy purpose,
Fair colored of the heart;
Its windows heaven-lighted,
Peace and Good-will its plan,
Its towers our Faith and Worship,
Its doors the Love of Man!

THE DEDICATION

To cloisters of the spirit
These aisles of quiet lead:
Here may the vision gladden,
The voice within us plead!
And may the dear All-Father,
Who maketh trouble cease,
Here send his two, the blessed,
His angels Shame and Peace!

Here be no man a stranger;
No holy cause be banned;
No good for one be counted
Not good for all the land!
And here for prophet voices
The message never fail, —
" God reigns! His Truth shall conquer.
And Right and Love prevail!"