May 1

Men.—WE are sojourners here, as all our fathers were, As all our children shall be, forgetting and forgot. The fame of man is a murmur that passeth on the air,— We perish indeed if Thou remember not.

We are sojourners here, as all our fathers were, Strangers travelling down to the land of death: There is neither work nor device nor knowledge there,— O grant us might for our labour, and to rest in faith.

Boys.—In joy, in the joy of the light to be.

Men.—O Father of Lights, unvarying and true,

Boys.—Let us build the Palace of Life anew.

Men.—Let us build for the years we shall not see,

Boys.—Lofty of line and glorious of hue, With gold and pearl and with the cedar tree.

Men.—With silence due And with service free,

Boys.—Let us build it for ever in splendour new. Men.—Let us build in hope and in sorrow, and rest in Thee.

HENRY NEWBOLT, The Building of the Temple

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