57

There is a line that all may find, stretched from the utmost heavens (or maybe far beyond) which towards the earth comes unerringly, Which has by all Sages here been called "the plumb line of the universe," adored and reverenced by all the Wise. And where this Line the Earth doth greet the level forms on which all meet, There the setting sun you will then face, and life's fatal square will upon thee fall no more. Being thus free and accepted of the gods, raised by the master's hands, exalted from the dead, to greet again, and yet again, thy brethren. Brothers, tell them who have the rule forgot, how time is measured dot by dot; how the master from the east must rise and in splendor sit upon the noonday skies. How at high twelve upon that arch divine he sits, and the quarters of the world doth there survey each noon. And upon that [29]trestle-board, which is watched and guarded by the four regents, he the orders writes, for the masters to transcribe. Then that mystic line he crosses and hastens to his fall, and thus are the days all reached, in which he and all his fellow-craft repose must seek. None can here deny that this forms not a perfect day, for it has been tried and proved by that unerring line. No yesterday, no tomorrow, all is endless day enwrapped in endless night, in which all sleep, in which all wake, both here and there.