These walls are tottering to decay;
There's dampness on the stair;
But well I mind me of the day,
When two score men met here:
When two score Brothers met at night,
The full round moon above,
To weave the mystic chain of light
With holy links of love.
But now the lightest of the train,
In deep, deep grave, is bowed;
The chain is broke, the holy chain,
The Master's with his God
The wailing notes were heard one day,
Where cheerful songs were best,
And two score Brothers bore away
The Master, to his rest.
The South that cheerful voice, is still,
That spoke the joys of noon;
The West that told the Master's will,
Has set, as sets the sun.
The sun may rise, may stand, may fall,
But these will stand no more,
No more the faithful craft to call,
Or scan their labors o'er.
I'll weep the passing of the train;
The Savior wept his love;
I'll weep, no power shall restrain
The tears that memories move.
Where two score Brothers met at night,
There's solitude and gloom;
Let grief its sacred train invite,
To this old haunted room.
K A, A le of ac Houeold Masonic Lyrics,
No. 20. By the Author.
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