Broken Column

Broken Column

 

The Broken Column

“His Work was not done,
yet his Column is broken;”
Mourn ye and weep,
for ye cherished his worth;
Let every tear-drop be sympathy’s token;-
Lost to the Brotherhood, lost to the earth.

 

His Work had been planned by a Wisdom Supernal; Strength had been given him meet for the same;
Down in the midst he is fallen, and vernal Leaves hung above him and whiper his fame.

 

His Work was to Build;
on the walls we beheld him- Swiftly and truly they rose ‘neath his hand;
Envious death with his Gavel has fellen him,
Plum-line and Trowel are strewn o’er the land.

 

His Work thus unfinished to us is entrusted;
Master of Masons, give strength we entreat,
Bravely to work with these Implements rusted,
Wisely to build till the Temple’s complete!

 

The Broken Column