Classic Poem

'Twas in the years of long ago
The mighty task was done,
The waiting Craft in silence bow
And list to Solomon:

" Oh, bind the tie, Freemasons dear,
Where'er your feet may rove,
With gifts the empty hand to cheer,
The wounded heart with love!

" Whatever lands your skill reward
With Level, Plumb and Square,
Oh, teach the Golden Rule of God,
And be Freemasons there.

" The bread, the wine of quick relief,
Have ready in your hand;
For tear and sigh of brother-grief
Fulfill my last command.

" And though from Sion you depart,
Still do your Master's will,
That you may build, with hand and heart,
Upon the heavenly hill! "