Where the early settler lingered,
Sometimes pitched his tent and stayed,
Now the bluff is domed and steepled
With the city he has made.
But the white man, in his wisdom,
has left much to nature's care;
Fair has Mother Nature made it,
So we built our temple there.
From the tiny porch, high swinging,
View the temple's hall of art,
Whose wild beauty and whose grandeur
Fill with rapture every heart.
And the work within the temple,
It is simple, it is clear;
All have caught the donor's meaning,
How it should his name endear.
Notes
Taken from "A Standard History of White County Indiana, An Authentic Narrative of the Past, with an Extended Survey of Modern Developments in the Progress of Town and Country"
Ed W. H. HAMELLE
THE LEWIS PUBLISHING COMPANY, CHICAGO AND NEW YORK, 1915
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