Show Our Old Chapel By IDA WESTERMAN From time immemorial men have built monuments to the memory of great ones who have gone on There is in the hearts of thinking people a desire to commemorate the deeds of noble people by shaping in pleasing form of steel or stone a symbol to the object of their IT IS THE means of keep-i ing alive in the minds of present and future generations the elements of examples of virtue and We want to keep alive in the American heart and mind the principles and motives that actuated the lives of our Utah THROUGHOUT the Christian world are chapels and temples erected to the memory of Him who taught us the true way of The mere sight of these buildings and participation in the devotional exercises within their walls help us to keep in mind and strive to live the life of Him in whose name they were Our pioneer forefathers built better than they This chapel is one of their first its beauty Is its workmanship near When it was finished it was dedicated to God as one of His dwelling On the front of this beautiful building is a tower with five steeples lifting their spires to ONE HUNDRED years memories this building what truths have been taught what loves it has inspired and brought to brothers and sisters have helped build and keep it Many of them were blessed and enjoyed the wonderful spiritual feasts prepared and served feeding body and GRANDFATHER my mother's helped mold the adobe brick which fashioned the Father helped with horse and hammer and putting into this building his faith and From this house all been borne to their I love this Walking into it is like walking into a This is no dead pile of stone and unmeaning It is a living thing like a mighty poem chanted to LISTEN long enough and you will learn that it is made up of the beating of human that if you have If you have you will presently see the church itself the work of no ordinary The human flesh of men and women is molded into its bulwarks vibrant and The faces and voices of little children laugh out of each It is yet building and built The work goes ever onward in darkness and sunlight now to the tune of laughter and Sometimes in the silence of the night time one may hear the hammering of comrades who have climbed Bless this house we Make it safe by night and Bless the walls so firm and stout Keeping want and trouble out Bless the roof and chimney Let Thy peace be over Bless us all that some day we May Oh with |