The Widow’s Son.

The Widow’s Son. [No. 52]

Behold a Sculptor!—he, the Widow’s Son,
We learnt in all the Plastic Arts of Tyre,
As practices with skill’d Sidonian Sire:
Which with his Mother’s Piety did run
Blended, as she received it from her Tribe 5
Of Naphtali. He upon Jordan’s Plain,
Between Succoth and Zarthan, with hands and brain
Modell’d the clay in forms which every scribe
Delights to chronicle; in metal cast,
They had endured to the end of time, 10
Had man permitted: and in every clime
Masons his name have honour’d. It will last
For ever; and, in all our Lodges, he
Is the grand type of faithful Secrecy.

by George Markham Tweddell 1st published c 1887