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The Wesleyan Church and Schools.
Middleton.
Truly a noble suite of buildings these,
With joy I gaze upon them and exclaim,
“A glorious group, bold attempt to please
The most fastidious”, and will proclaim.
The very essence of fine art and say,
It is indeed a charming entranceway.
Behind a quadrangle, in garden splendid seen.
O’erlooked by the lecture hall, like sentinel
Guarding its floral beauty, proudly, well;
Then to the left the unique Sunday-schools,
Adding poetic beauty to the scene,
Stands proudly; admiration ever cools,
But gases on with rapturous delight.
And grows more keener with each new delight.
Inside the church’s sacred walls I stand,
Its solemness half hints, “Stand now aloof”
Upward I gaze; behold its boat-like roof,
Upborne by massive pillars, truly grand;
And looking chancel-ward delightful view
Arrests attention, stone pulpit on which
Is carved an angel form, so neat, so true:
Bearing that good old Book in carving rich.
The hugh font and eagle with wings outspread,
Wafting the pastor’s words to realms above;
Then sacred song and organ’s notes are shed
On missions, aye, of service and of love.
Thrice noble church, proportions none so rare,
To ages yet unborn be thou their care.
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