Poem September 13, 1913 Issue

The worm that clothes the monarch spins no flaw,...

Julia Ward Howe

The worm that clothes the monarch spins no flaw,
The coral builder works by heavenly law.
Who would to conscience rear a temple pure,
Must prove each stone and seal it, sound and sure.

Upon one steadfast base of truth we stand,
Love lifts her sheltering walls on either hand;
Arched o'er our head is hope's transcended dome,
And in the Father's heart of hearts our home.

Julia Ward Howe.

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