THE MOTHER CHURCH

FLORIA A. MOCATTA.

SEEN in the twilight of an autumn day,
With golden lights appearing from within,
The pure pale opalescence of its symmetry
Looms like some palace of a poet's dream
Against 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 peace
Throughout all lands.