And let them speak; those Pillars that look down

In brazen symbolisms on the scene;

That golden G, that names the sacred Name;
The Sheaf that marks His beauty and His love;
The Gavel ringing in submissive ears;

The Level, Plumb, and Square, on faithful breasts;
The Gauge, wise monitor of fleeting time,-
Of time, whose sands no mortal may recall;
The Trowel, with its soothing tale of peace;
Each has its voice, and let it speak to-night.

Craftsmen, we build but for a day,
Unless His precepts we obey!
How oft we see within our land
A structure reared upon the sand!
Its walls magnificently rise,—

Its turrets pierce the very skies,-
Crowds through its portals eager press,—
Beauty and rank its altars grace,—
And then the tempest falls, 'tis gone
From tower top to cornerstone!

Craftsmen, this lesson heed, and keep,-
Lay your foundations wide and deep!

THE THREE SALUTES.

I hail you, Brother, in the place

Where none but those should meet
Whose types are bended knee and brow,
And the uncovered feet;

I take you by the grip, expressing
All that heart can feel,

And I pledge myself to be to you
A Brother TRUE AS STEEL!

I've watched with real joy your quest,
So ardent and so rare,—
Your bold, unflinching gaze upon

The things we most revere;
I've seen that nothing daunts you
In the paths our LIGHTS reveal;
And I pledge myself again to you,
A Brother TRUE AS STEEL!

I think there's that within you

Only needs for time to show,Will kindle up a flame, where others Only feel a glow;

I think the grave will claim you
As a Mason ripe and leal;
And so once more I pledge myself
A Brother TRUE AS STEEL!

WHITE-APRONED BROTHERS.

Come, cease from your labors,
Ye white-aproned neighbors,
And answer my words -

Tells us who are ye?

"We are friends of humanity,

Hating profanity,

Spurning all vanity,

CHILDREN OF PEACE

Men who can feel

All our own need of kindness,

And bless the GREAT GOD,

Who hath lightened our blindness."

Tell us, what do ye?

"By precept, example,

We're building a temple,

Fair, lofty and ample,

For HIM whom we serve —

Following the plans

That our MASTER doth give us,

And amply repaid

When His servants receive us."

And what do you work with?
"The Gauge and the Gavel,

The Plumb, Square, and Level,
And then as we travel,

The Trowel we hold

Skillfully these,

At first we're inducted

Obediently these,

In the way we're instructed."

Your timbers, what are they?
"The blocks that we quarry,
And timbers so heavy,

Our hands shape and carry,

Those ashlars are MEN;

Rough ashlars they are-
But hewed, marked and garnished,
By precepts divine,
Our task will be finished."

Your resting, when is it?

"We look for no leisure,

We sigh for no pleasure,
We covet no treasure,

Till SATURDAY NIGHT

Wages and joys,

And a rest without breaking,

Wait for us then,

In the home that we're seeking."

"And he said unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes, and whence came they? And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said unto me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and have made them white in the blood of the Lamb."