Its roof, made pine-like, to a point defined.
Fraternal love here bears its precious fruits,
And unfraternal schemes be ne’er designed!
2. Ancestral sway is his. The walls they rear
Five thousand cubits long, and south and west
The doors are placed. Here will the king appear,
Here laugh, here talk, here sit him down and rest.
3. To mould the walls, the frames they firmly tie;
The toiling builders beat the earth and lime;
The walls shall vermin, storm, and bird defy—