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, honor it;
Slumber not, in God's embrace
Be awake;
Like this stone be in thy place,
Stand, not sit.
Cold, hollow, silent stone,
Dirge and song and shoutings low,
In thy heart
Dwell serene, —and sorrow? No,
It has none,
Laus Deo!
Concord N. H. May 21, 1894.
