He wandered 'neath the twinkling light,
The Master's work within his sight,
As he then sang the Antient's tune.
"The Seekers pass from earthly plight,
When grip and word are given right,
Where Earth to Heaven is the height,
And from the darkness comes the moon.
Then shadows flee from newfound Light,
And intellects and hearts ignite,
As from the ashes it takes flight,
The Master's stone now fully hewn."