The granite for this church was taken from the quarries in New Hampshire, my native State. The money for building “Mother's Room,” situated in the second story of the tower on the northeast corner of this building, and the name thereof, came from the dear children of Christian Scientists; a little band called Busy Bees, organized by Miss Maurine R. Campbell.
On this memorable day there are laid away a copy of this address, the subscription list on which appear your several names in your own handwriting, your textbook, “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” and other works written by the same author, your teacher, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science; without pomp or pride, laid away as a sacred secret in the heart of a rock, there to typify the prophecy, “And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; . . . as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land:” henceforth to whisper our Master's promise, “Upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”
To-day, be this hope in each of our hearts, — precious in God's sight as shall be the assembling of His people in this temple, sweet as the rest that remaineth for the righteous, and fresh as a summer morn, — that, from earth's pillows of stone, our visible lives are rising to God. As in the history of a seed, so may our earthly sowing bear fruit that exudes the inspiration of the wine poured into the cup of Christ.
To-day I pray that divine Love, the life-giving Principle of Christianity, shall speedily wake the long night of materialism, and the universal dawn shall break upon the spire of this temple. The Church, more than any
