she taught us how to build the tower
Of truth and love—a mightier power
Than any shape of stone and sand
Set heavily upon the land.
She taught us, by her constant deeds,
To hold above tumultuous creeds
A living torch of faithfulness—
To lift the darkness and distress
From every hurt and want and woe
Within its strong, encircling glow.
Indeed she knew there was not room
For pride to stand by Lazarus' tomb,
That never waves could bear the weight
Of any form of human hate—
No room indeed for self to be
On that straight cross on Calvary!
She showed us how one moved the stone
Too heavy for a man alone:
On this foundation, safe and sure,
Our tower may rise—serene, secure.
