I wrought in the quarries with zeal and care,
And tested my work with level and square,
That it might be used by the builders there,
NOT THROWN AMONG THE RUBBISH.'

I used my Mallet and Chisel with zest,
To smooth off each surface I did my best,
I wished my stones to be used with the rest,
NOT THROWN AMONG THE RUBBISH.

I sought to know when the work was done,
That my stones were chosen, the mark "here on,
And longed that the Master would say Well Done,"
NOT THROWN AMONG THE RUBBISH.

I prayed that in time when work was complete,
That I would stand there at His Judgment seat,
And there be accepted a Craftsman replete,
NOT THROWN AMONG THE RUBBISH.

Rt.Wor.Bro.Charles Fotheringham.