[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE MOTHER CHURCH

SEEN in the twilight of an autumn day,With golden lights appearing from within,The pure pale opalescence of its symmetryLooms like some palace of a poet's dreamAgainst the firmament.Externalized in stone by loving thought,No cold-cut curves nor corners crude appear,Unique, serene, harmonious it stands—The Mother Church!Symbol of Love, of promise and of peaceThroughout all lands.

November 30, 1912
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