The people bowed obedient head; A sure foundation, deep and wise, On which the noblest works may rise. The underpinning of Solomon's Temple, intact to the present day, is the heaviest piece of stone masonry ever constructed. Parted on the sounding shore, The scar that bond expresses, Their long and painful wanderings done Has closed and left no traces! The ancient practice of sealing devoted friendship between parting friends, by separating some metallic substances, as a ring, a coin, and the like, and dividing the fragments between the parties, is not altogether disused. In the rural districts of England and Scotland it is a custom of lovers, and many a poor laborer, whose body lies buried in the soil of the western continent, bore upon his person at his dying hour this token of betrothal with one who shall never again meet him on earth. THE DOOR OF THE HEART. Tyle the door carefully, Brothers of skill, Guard it from envyings, let them not in; Holily, holily, tyle the door holily, But should the Angels of Mercy draw nigh, Joyfully, joyfully, ope the door joyfully, Are they not present, those angels, to-night, Let us in gratitude, open the heart! Gratefully, thankfully, ope the door thankfully, THE BEAUTIFUL STONE OF THE MASONIC ARCH. If I were the Master Grand, If I were the King of Judah now, And of that sage Tyrian band Who wore the cockle shell on the brow, I'll tell you what I'd do : I'd choose my brightest Parian rock, No flaw or crevice in the block, And right above the ivory throne, I'd take from Lebanon the trees, And hardened by the centuries. And them to the Mount I'd bear; The white and beautiful stone,— The beautiful, beautiful stone. Then unto every shrine I'd go, To every lorn and humble grave, And all the prayers and tears that flow Prayers for sweet incense should arise, And holy tears for sacrifice; I'm sure that God Himself would own This beautiful stone, its name should be 'Tis writ in glory,— CHARITY,— Best word the earth can tell, Above the ivory throne so bright,- Where God and man alike would own I'd set the beautiful stone,— The beautiful, beautiful stone. THE CHECKERED PAVEMENT. I on the WHITE SQUARE, you on the BLACK; Friends to me many, friends to you few; What, then, dear Brother, binds me to you? This, the GREAT COVENANT in which we abide - HANDS opened wide- And GOD to provide. I in life's valley, you on its crest; I at its lowest, you at its best; I sick and sorrowing, you hale and free; What, then, dear Brother, binds you to me? This, the GREAT COVENANT in which we abide — HANDS opened wide- They in death's slumber, we yet alive; They paid and joyful, we tired and sad What, then, to us, Brother, bindeth the dead? This, the GREAT COVENANT in which we abide- HANDS opened wide- Let none be comfortless, let none despair; Lo, round the Black grouped the White Ashlars are! Stand by each other, black fortune defy, All these vicissitudes end, by and by. Keep the GREAT COVENANT wherein we abide— HEARTS charged with sympathy- HANDS opened wide LIPS filled with comfort, And God will provide ! There is no emblem that teaches a more practical every-day lesson to a Freemason than the Mosaic pavement, denoting human life checkered with good and evil. THE CORNER STONE. The thought embodied in these lines is one of the most charming fancies in Masonic symbolism; for the use of the trowel is admittedly the best work of the best Masons, and the Lodge that exists in peace and harmony is the model Lodge. To disturb this harmony by substituting clamor, calumny, and harsh judgment for the mild voices of peace is what is implied in the following lines under the idea of robbing the corner stone ! Here is a legend that our fathers told When Mason toils were done, and round the board The Craftsmen sat harmonious, in the glow Of Brotherly Love! I heard it long ago. From lips now silent; and by this corner stone I fain would tell it as 'twas told to me. 'Tis said that SOLOMON, in the vast array KING SOLOMON all humbly took the case to GOD, And in deep visions of the night the VOICE DIVINE came to his soul in sweet response. From the great PEACE LODGE, where the patriarchs sit, The WISEST gave our wisest such a warmth Of LIGHT celestial that the fire has burned, Steady, undimmed, lo, these three thousand years. 'Twas this. I was but young in Masonry When first I heard it; and 'twas told to me By one of four score, long since gone to Heaven; And he did testify unto his truth; And now, I add the experience of my life. To its strict verity, and it was this: The MONARCH bade prepare a corner stone, |