Classic Poem

King Solomon sat in his ivory chair,
His chair on a platform high,
And his words addressed,
Through the listening West,
To a Band of Brothers nigh;
Through the West and South,
His words of truth,
To a Band of Brothers nigh.

" Ye Builders, go! ye have done your work —
The Capstone standeth sure;
From the lowermost block
To the loftiest rock,
The Fabric is secure;
From the Arch's Swell,
To the Pinnacle,
The Fabric is secure.

" Go, crowned with fame! old time will pass,
And many a change will bring,
But the Deed you've done,
The circling sun
Through every land will sing;
The moon and stars,
While earth endures,
Through every land will sing.

" Go build like this! from the quarries vast,
The precious stones reveal;
There's many a block
In the matrice rock,
Will honor your fabrics well;
There's many a beam,
By the mountain stream,
Will honor your fabrics well.

" Go build like this! strike off with skill,
Each superfluity;
With critic eye
Each fault espy,
Be zealous, fervent, free .
By the perfect Square ,
Your work prepare, —
Be zealous, fervent, free .

" Go build like this! to a fitting place
Bring up the Ashlars true;
On the Trestleboard
Of your Master's Lord ,
The Grand Intention view;
In each mystic line
Of the vast Design ,
The Grand Intention view.

" Go build like this! and when exact,
The joinings scarce appear,
With the Trowel's aid,
Such cement spread,
As time can never wear;
Lay thickly round,
Such wise compound,
As time can never wear.

" Go, Brothers! thus enjoined, farewell!
Spread o'er the darkened West;
Illume each clime,
With Art sublime
The noblest truths attest;
Be Masters now,
And as you go,
The noblest truths attest! "