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King Solomon's Farewell

By Rob Morris

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!
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