NOT YET COMPLETE,—THE HALL WE REAR.
AN UNFINISHED MAIN BUILDING.
Not yet complete,—the hall we rear,
O Learning, to thy shrine;
Not yet complete,—our character,
To match the mould divine.
But wall, and architrave, and dome,—
As stone on stone we raise,—
A finished temple shall become,
Built for Jehovah's praise.
And year by year shall many a soul,
Like marble from the mine,
Polished, and set,—a perfect whole,—
In holy beauty shine.
As arch, and pinnacle, and spire
Point upward to the skies,
O living souls, grandly aspire
To shine in Paradise!
