W. Harry Taylor wrote this poem about the building they used for church meetings he titled this poem “Sunday School.”
Sunday School
There’s a four story building I know of
In the heart of a quite busy street
There’s a small room right at the top
Where on Sundays a few people meet
To discover the room is not easy
There are stairs and steps and still
More steps and they twist and twine always.
The people who meet there most love it
‘Cause I’ve never heard and complaints.
To climb may take the breath –
But then it puts heart in the
Latter Day Saint.
For these are the people who use it
At present it is their Sunday school
Where they meet together to worship God
And to learn from his golden rule.
A piano takes the place of an organ
Its tune getting weak – for ‘tis old
But the singing is sweet
To hear it a treat
Because the harmony comes from the souls.
One sees not alter or pews there
Just a table and forms that all
Yet the sacrament is served just as
Sacredly – as in any great cathedral
It might not look all a Sunday
School should – but it’s always
Kept clean and fair
Once wise men worshipped Christ
In a stable – so I know
He’ll take worship for there.
Perhaps what I’ve said makes
You curious – and maybe you
Feel you’d like to call
So come to
Botlon – The saints have a
Welcome for all.
Harold Taylor
