Classic Poem

The laying of the corner-stone of The Mother Church.


Laus Deo, it is done!
Rolled away from loving heart
Is a stone.
Lifted higher, we depart,
Having one.

Laus Deo,--on this rock
(Heaven chiseled squarely good)
Stands His church,--
God is Love, and understood
By His flock.

Laus Deo, night star-lit
Slumbers not in God's embrace;
Be awake;
Like this stone, be in thy place:
Stand, not sit.

Grave, silent, steadfast stone,
Dirge and song and shoutings low
In thy heart
Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No,
It has none,
Laus Deo!