2                   PROLOGUE
    Upon this goodly work, - shape as we may
    Its deep foundations from our brother's deeds
    Built to uphold His fane, -set in its walls
    Imperishable gems they wrought from dust,
    And grace it with all grace of memory,-
    Turn every stone they wrought and seek the face
    That shines the fairest in the glint of sun,-
    Care even for the shards they cast away
    So that they bear the touch of their dear hands,-
    Let to the plummet's deep alone the shames,
    Those ugly prints on earth trod by the feet
    That strove unknowing upward. Thus we may
    Be helpers of the Master.