Edward Judson, interpreter of God . 1 UDSON MEMORIAL CHURCH THROUGH WASHINGTON ARCH A SOCIAL PIONEER 109 year, not for the ordinary expenses of the church, but as anincome from a permanent endowment for its manifold edu-cational, missionary, and philanthropic work. This was Richard Watson Gilders tribute to Washing-ton Square and to the cross of light that looms from thesacred tower of the Judson Memorial. This poem wasused frequently by Doctor Judson, with the permissionof its author: Washington Square This is the end of the town that I love the best. Oh, lovely the hour of light from the bur
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Edward Judson, interpreter of God . 1 UDSON MEMORIAL CHURCH THROUGH WASHINGTON ARCH A SOCIAL PIONEER 109 year, not for the ordinary expenses of the church, but as anincome from a permanent endowment for its manifold edu-cational, missionary, and philanthropic work. This was Richard Watson Gilders tribute to Washing-ton Square and to the cross of light that looms from thesacred tower of the Judson Memorial. This poem wasused frequently by Doctor Judson, with the permissionof its author: Washington Square This is the end of the town that I love the best. Oh, lovely the hour of light from the burning west— Of light that lingers and fades in the shadowy square Where the solemn fountain lifts a shaft in the air To catch the skyey colors, and fling them down In a wild-wood torrent that drowns the noise of the town. And lovely the hour of the still and dreamy night When, lifted against the blue, stands the arch of white With one clear planet above, and the sickle moon, In curve reversed from the archs marble round, Silvers t