THE first Church of Christ, Scientist! Thus it stands,
Stands here immortal—a tribute in stone.
From those who are near, and from far distant lands,
Comes the true thought of Christ out of which this has
grown.
Oh, not for the praises of mortals, nor yet
For the cold admiration a stranger might give,
Stands each stone in its place—is the delicate fret
Of those beautiful windows the daylight makes live!
No! These are but emblems, an offering of love
To our Leader and Teacher—the chosen of God,
Who has walked in the pathway of Truth, thus to prove
For us every word of our Master and Lord.
