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A Poem,
With a golden compass on it , And a pearl-inlaiden square , And a tiny mason ' s gavel , Set with jewels rich and rare . So heed ye this , my Brothers , In your doubting and your fears—Thegood 8 t . J Ormina hundred years "
# . # ¦ . ¦¦ . " . * . ' ¦ ¦ *¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦¦ * Claiming a poet ' s license at your hands , Touched as by weird magicians' mystic wands , Leave we the present , with its hopes and fears , Chained to the chariot of the rolling years , For the far time the ancient prophet
The holy days- ^ wheh earth was very young , And Tubal Cain ' s sto When , from the massive fragments of the rock , Masonic hands reared slowly , block by hlpek , The giant pyramids upon the sand Of the great desert—^ even now they stand Unscathed by time or tempest ' s crushing blow ,
Reared by our ancieiit Cra # lohg c ^ All day they laboured in the burning sun , Pausing an hour at meridian noon , When the Egyptian Warden oped his mouth , And cried , ""High twelve , my brothers in the south 1 " All night the stars shone brightly in the sky , As tired with toil they slumbered heavily ;
And in the distance , all the livelong days , The sphynx looked on with sullen , stony gaze . These were our earlier Brothers , and their toil Made Egypt ' s gods the fathers of the soil . And then , in other days , when Q phir ' s king Brought gold and jewels as his offering To rear an altar , when the work was done
In the great Temple that the widow ' s son Built in Judea for regal Solomon ; With twice ten thousand masons at his side , The work went on by Heaven sanctified , Until within the court they walked unshod , And chanted David's psalms to Israel ' s God .
Then for long centuries , underneath the sun , Masonic hearts still warmly beat as one . Imperial Cyrus wrought our mystic rites ; Outrang the mason's war-cry in the fights When Persian warriors battled for the crown , And horse and rider in the fray went down . The Jewish wanderers , doomed to walk the earth
Heart-broken exiles from their place of birth , Lit our pure tires in distant stranger-lands , And joined their hearts , their fortunes , and their hands , In one strong bond of rare fraternal love , Blessed by Jehovah-Jireh from above , The great Darius , when his hosts he leads In glittering cohorts of the fiery Med . es *
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Poem,
With a golden compass on it , And a pearl-inlaiden square , And a tiny mason ' s gavel , Set with jewels rich and rare . So heed ye this , my Brothers , In your doubting and your fears—Thegood 8 t . J Ormina hundred years "
# . # ¦ . ¦¦ . " . * . ' ¦ ¦ *¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦¦ * Claiming a poet ' s license at your hands , Touched as by weird magicians' mystic wands , Leave we the present , with its hopes and fears , Chained to the chariot of the rolling years , For the far time the ancient prophet
The holy days- ^ wheh earth was very young , And Tubal Cain ' s sto When , from the massive fragments of the rock , Masonic hands reared slowly , block by hlpek , The giant pyramids upon the sand Of the great desert—^ even now they stand Unscathed by time or tempest ' s crushing blow ,
Reared by our ancieiit Cra # lohg c ^ All day they laboured in the burning sun , Pausing an hour at meridian noon , When the Egyptian Warden oped his mouth , And cried , ""High twelve , my brothers in the south 1 " All night the stars shone brightly in the sky , As tired with toil they slumbered heavily ;
And in the distance , all the livelong days , The sphynx looked on with sullen , stony gaze . These were our earlier Brothers , and their toil Made Egypt ' s gods the fathers of the soil . And then , in other days , when Q phir ' s king Brought gold and jewels as his offering To rear an altar , when the work was done
In the great Temple that the widow ' s son Built in Judea for regal Solomon ; With twice ten thousand masons at his side , The work went on by Heaven sanctified , Until within the court they walked unshod , And chanted David's psalms to Israel ' s God .
Then for long centuries , underneath the sun , Masonic hearts still warmly beat as one . Imperial Cyrus wrought our mystic rites ; Outrang the mason's war-cry in the fights When Persian warriors battled for the crown , And horse and rider in the fray went down . The Jewish wanderers , doomed to walk the earth
Heart-broken exiles from their place of birth , Lit our pure tires in distant stranger-lands , And joined their hearts , their fortunes , and their hands , In one strong bond of rare fraternal love , Blessed by Jehovah-Jireh from above , The great Darius , when his hosts he leads In glittering cohorts of the fiery Med . es *