In Bezetha's rock arched vault, by a torch light's flickering flare,
Worked swarthy youth on a roughened block, cutting the stone with care,
And his eye was bright, and his brow was light ‘neath the wave of his raven hair,
For he saw each perfect ashlar leave his hands a symbol fair,
And the sons of men, in brotherhood, walk upright by his square.
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1951 - THE STONE SQUARER - Late Bro Howard Charles.
