United, free, they now agree
To dwell in peace,—“So mote it be.”
Then of this man, and if we can,
We’ll follow out his mystic plan.
For wise it seems, e’en in our dreams,
To build, with care, prophetic themes.
Then let us gauge the Seer and Sage,
As pass they o’er Life’s mystic stage.
First, of the dead, it may be said,
While warm of heart and cool of head,
They saw the new, and though but few,
They laid foundations, strong and true,
On which to rear, without a fear,
This temple,—so imposing here.
By words sublime, in prose and rhyme,
They taught, for all-enduring time.