To-Day As Then

How ever fresh and vigorous
The tie that binds these men!
Three thousand years, — and yet as strong
And true to-day as then!

The Sacred Hill, that owned the might
And skill of Hiram's men,
Rears up its summit; gray and bold
And grand to-day as then!

The tears, the sighs of broken hearts,
The wails of dying men,
Appear to sympathy as true,
And strong to-day as then!

The arm Divine maintains its power.
The All-seeing Eye its ken,
As gracious and as wonderful
And wise to-day as then!

Lay deep the stone; apply the Square ,
The Level and the Plumb;
Happy the work and bright the day
When mystic craftsmen come.
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