The Poetic Works of Charles E. Whelan
Upon the stones of yesterday are built the walls today
Today shall be the yesterday when comes tomorrow′s sun.
Will now the plumb line show thy wall from rectitude doth sway?
Doth virtue′s square disclose thy work was yester poorly done?
Art thou ashamed that what thy life hath built, by level proved,
Reveals divergence from the plan thy Maker gave to thee?
Build thou thy structure yet again, by earnest purpose moved,
And by thy failures profit well, till stone to stone agree.
This moment and this hour are now within thy hands to mold
And shape into the temple for the dwelling of thy soul.
God grant that when tomorrow comes, and finds thy story told,
A fabric rare and beautiful may yet thy heart console.
Its walls four squared by character, strong grounded, broad and deep,
To bear the weight of duty and withstand the storms of ill
Its roof a shelter to thy brother when the shadows sweep
The floors bright paved with kindly deeds, mosaic of good will.
The windows sending forth a light to break the midnight gloom
That `round some soul starved traveler hangs heavy with despair
A couch of love and sympathy within thy heart′s guest room
And perfume of good cheer and hope to permeate the air.
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