1. Poem by Charles Collins from the Chicago Tribune (date not given), from page 168 of the book
Bahá'í Temple, domed from gray to white,
Is tipped with folded wings, all angel-wise,
Symbolic of the peace of prayer that lies
In sanctuaries, be it day or night
How intricately lovely to our sight,
Few things more exquisite beneath the skies —
A symphony to rest one's weary eyes
Or fill a heavy heart with quick delight.
Nonagonal, its delicate design,
With infinite detail of wonder, shows
Devotion from a people at a shrine.
Whatever one's belief, religion grows
When great harmonic beauty looms divine;
Then blessing from God's heaven overflows.
2. Complete excerpt from book Chicago the Pagan by Weimar Port