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("No Trespassing" signs in a churchyard.)
Tall, bleak, austere, the mighty buildings loom; / Hard, bare and dull the grimy city street. / Here by the church is found a little room / Roofed with blue sky and with green turf made sweet.
Surely the Master of this house would smile / Seeing the children on His grass at play, / Seeing the mothers rest a little while / Out of the turmoil of the busy day.
Soon will he ask, "Where are the children gone: / They who should share this pleasant, sacred place? / No little feet are treading this soft lawn, / Here shines no glory from a little face."
Ye in whose trust this Christian church is left, / Think ye that thus ye serve your Master mild? / None by His will are of this home bereft; / They love Him not who wrong a little child.