  The laying of the corner-stone of The Mother Church. Laus Deo, it is done! Rolled away from loving heart Is a stone. Lifted higher, we depart, Having one. Laus Deo,—on this rock (Heaven chiseled squarely good) Stands His church,— God is Love, and understood By His flock. Laus Deo, night star-lit Slumbers not in God's embrace; Be awake; Like this stone, be in thy place: Stand, not sit. Grave, silent, steadfast stone, Dirge and song and shoutings low In thy heart Dwell serene,—and sorrow? No, It has none, Laus Deo! |
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