Classic Poem

The outward temple stands complete,
Fulfilment of our long desire;
And while our hearts responsive beat
We light anew our altar fire.

Yet neither wholly new nor strange
Can seem this house to which we come;
So much we bring that knows not change
To give these walls the touch of home:

The inspirations of the past,
The fellowships of kindred aim,
The treasured memories that hold fast,
The vanished whom we silent name.

And now, with forward faith and cheer,
To life made daily more divine,
To all that brings the Vision near,
We dedicate the new-built shrine.

And Thou in whom we live and move,
In whom our being rooted stands,
Breathe in our hearts thy living love
And crown the labor of our hands!