VISIT TO THE MOTHER CHURCH

A pure, sweet calm of restful silence cameTo hold my thought, and from the dome a glowAs soft as moonbeams wrapped me in the sameDeep love the Master gave to friend and foe.Then through this sacred stillness burst a songOf praise to God so mighty that I wept.Standing within the presence of this strongAnd earnest hand of followers who keptOur Leader's Cause a living faith, I knewNo fear, no trial, pain, or any testCould swerve me from my purpose to be trueTo Principle. Make me a worthy guest,I prayed, grateful for bounties from Love's fare,And, leaving, take this holiness to share.

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