Here is an excerpt from the poem, A Reverie, by Mrs. Mearns
Moore (Mother of Edna Moore Ewing and Margaret Moore Young). The poem , which tells of Moore's Chapel and the Fairview
School (Fair View) was published in 1925 and was dedicated "To my friends at
Blake". Not just describing a physical place, the poem tells of a
loving, Christian community.
A Reverie
As I sit by the fireside musing
A picture seems to unfold,
And in fancy I see the face
Of friends who are dearer than gold.
There are those who've long since left us.
Their triumphs now are won;
And oh; how lovingly they'll greet us
When our earthly tasks are done;
There are those who are struggling onward,
Ever striving, day by day,
To crush out sin and sorrow--
Strewing roses by the way.
The village I see in the picture
I'm sure you'll soon recall,
'Tis a peaceful little hamlet,
Cherished and loved by all.
Where every one loveth his neighbor,
And hearts are warm and true,
And each one liveth for another
And the good that he can do.
Methinks I see the Chapel,
Right in the midst of the scroll;
And I hear the hymns of praises
Comforting the weary soul.
The good old fashioned hand shake,
From all the friends so dear,
Somehow seemed to lift the burden
And fill the heart with cheer.
Firm may she ever stand,
A beckoning, beacon light,
To guide the pilgrim on his way
And help him win the fight;
The school house next we see,
Tattered and worn and old,
The depths of knowledge that here has been stored,
Can never in word be told;
Around its door many children played,
Happy and young and gay,
Some of the children are older grown
And their hair is streaked with gray.
All honor to the school by the side of the road,
Today we give thee praise;
With a prayer in our hearts and a song on our lips
In triumph our voices we raise.
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