Classic Poem

In thee we meet on kindred ground,
O Pilgrim City by the sea, —
By one high faith and purpose bound,
Pilgrims toward better things to be.

The separating seas are crossed,
Each heart is understood of each;
On this our day of Pentecost
Fade out the lines of race and speech.

One heritage alike we share,
Transcendent, year by year more vast, —
The widening thought and hope and prayer,
The gathered good of all the past.

And one the goal to which we press
By toilsome paths as yet untrod, —
Earth's longed-for reign of righteousness,
The shining City of our God!