Classic Poem

With souls aflame
'Neath the sun-lit canopy of blue
We stood that glorious morn
On the hallowed soil
Of the temple that is to be:
Children of many nations
Kindred offspring of the All-Divine.

We caught a vision rare
Of pilgrims, faring forth from many lands,
O'er the hopeful trail
Of waiting years,
To the wide-flung gates
Of the temple that is to be.

Keeping their Quest Divine
With faces radiant — with hearts attuned
To the Call of the Infinite One
Chanting the strain Triumphant
" Onward we move in the Holy strength
Of the ONENESS OF MANKIND:
The gray dawn breaks — behold!
This is The Day of God. "