Poem October 4, 1947 Issue

THE BUILDERS

Marion Alice Bowers

With toil and tears we built, with fret and fever;
Throughout the weary night, the noontide heat,
With frenzied flight ascending the tower skyward,
Acclaimed the triumph of the counterfeit.
But in a moment, swift as Mind's revealing,
Our Babel falls—fabric of human schemes!
With acrid dust of debris in our nostrils,
We know the vanity of mortal dreams.

Yet, in this hour, an angel stands unrolling
The blueprint of a city broad and fair,
With room for joyful work and children's playing.
City of Spirit! See, it stands foursquare!
Come, let us build! The Word of revelation
Has shown us God and man inviolate.
The Christ is with us, healing sin and sorrow;
The Christian way is clearly designate;
And to complete the fourfold demonstration,
Science divine is with us in this hour,
Bringing the holy plan to glad fruition,
Investing every right desire with power.
We have the plan. Let every fear be stilled.
Let us arise, my brothers, let us build!

Marion Alice Bowers

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