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A BROKEN ASHLAR

by Bro. Seymor Brandes
The New Age Magazine, Washington, D. C., April, 1915

A sense of imperfection round me clings;

I hear an inward voice in deep lament:

Through the dark chancel of my soul there rings

A boding chant, with fear and yearning blent.

Thin as a specter's voice in lonely round:

I cannot tell from whence it came-or why,-

It harrows all my thoughts with mournful sound,

Like echoes of a drowning seaman's cry.

The precious pearls of wasted talent thrown

In isolated spots of my life's field:

Its irrecoverable riches sown

As worthless seed that gave a barren yield.

The images of folly, sloth and sin

That flecked with error all my nobler past,

Troop mockingly around with leering grin;

I view with shuddering doubt-I am aghast!

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... to spread the cement of brotherly love and affection, that cement which unites us into one sacred band or society of brothers, among whom no contention should ever exist, but that noble emulation of who can best work or best agree ...