By JOHN H. SHEPPARD, late of Boston, Mass.
Ah, when shall we three meet, like them
Who last were at Jerusalem? For three there were, but one is not, -
He lies where Acacia marks the spot.
Though poor he was, with kings he trod;
Though great, he humbly knelt to God;
Ah, when shall those restore again
The broken link of friendship's chain?
Behold, where mourning beauty bent
In silence o'er his monument,
And widely spread in sorrow there
The ringlets of her flowing hair!
The future Sons of Grief will sigh,
While standing round in mystic tie,
And raise their hands, alas! to
Heaven, In anguish that no hope is given.
From whence we came, or whither go,
Ask me no more, nor seek to know,
Till three shall meet who formed, like them;
The GRAND LODGE at JERUSALEM.
Tupelo Masonic Lodge No. 318 F&AM
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