RETROSPECTION
I've seen so many come and go,
I often wonder why,
They seem enthused with zeal,
and yet
It seems to quickly die.
What is the cause? Where the fault?
That these men come and go,
These Craftsmen should be held to work,
The Temple's beauty show.
In times gone by,
when held to work
By Master's fast decree,
They learned to labor,
slow but sure,
Were taught to plainly see
That steady work with zeal and care,
Though time passed swiftly on,
Would stand the test of time and tide,
Though Builders would be gone.
Do we as Masters of the Art
Employ our virtues ~are?
To look upon the Ashlar's rough,
Then work with gentle care,
To visualize just where this stone
Would set to serve the whole?
Then with our working tools,
begin
To reach th' envisioned goal.
Too oft we glance with careless eye
And pass on to the next,
Nor stop to note the kind of stone,
Consider what is best.
A chance gone by,
there to apply
Those principles we prize,
And now our building thus is set,
Nor uniform,
nor size.
And now we gaze with troubled eye,
Behold a jumbled mass,
Not one stone in its rightful place'
'Tis often true,
alas;
We've been remiss in all we've done,
Our work is all for naught,
So now we see "What might have been"
If only we had wrought.
Too late,
too late,
our work is done,
Others will take our place,
But oh,
the toil we've passed to them,
To tear down and efface,
To build anew a Temple true,
Conforming to His plan,
Well laid. foundations deep and strong,
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