Broken Column

 - The Broken Column by Robert Morris- 

His work was not done, yet his column is broken;"

 Mourn ye and weep, for ye cherished his worth;

 Let every tear-drop be sympathy's token - 

Lost to the Brotherhood, lost to the earth.

His Work had been planned by a Wisdom Supernal; 

Strength had been given him meet for the same; 

Down in the midst he is fallen, and vernal 

Leaves hang above him and whisper his fame.

His work was to Build; on the walls we beheld him,-

 Swiftly and truly they rose 'neath his hand; 

Envious death with his Gavel has felled him, 

Plumb-line and Trowel are strewn o'er the land.

His Work thus unfinished to us is entrusted; 

Master of Masons, give strength, we entreat, 

Bravely to work with these Implements rusted, 

Wisely to build till the Temple's complete!