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The Corner Stone
The builders still reject my corner stone,That I low down in every soul have laid;
Their houses rise and fall; for there are none
That in the building seek its chosen aid;
Why will ye raise upon the shifting sands
Houses that every storm must battle down;
Temples and altars reared to Me with hands,
That rain and floods beneath their fury drown?
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The corner stone shall now be laid anew;
That which the foolish builders set at naught
Shall now be laid where all that pass shall view;
And wonder why men thought them ever wise,
And on their own foundation sought to rise.
Poem No. 474; late 1838–early 1839.
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