Blue-grass blade., 1892-02-20
'sThe Stone which the Builders
Rejected, the Same is Be
come the Head Of the
COrner."-Ma AT. FL AZ.

Rejected, the Same Is BE.
come the Head Of the
Corner Mat. FL: AZ.
(By Charles G. Moore.)
When old Sol Il don't mean the man
Who manages the sun
Though, in some senses, rather hot,
Yet quite another one.
His real name was Solomon;
And writing prose, ought
To call him that; but now I'll have
To call him Sol, for short.
For Solomon wont go, i'm rhyme;
And film pressed, by golly
It's possible, to come to time,
I'll have to call him Solly.
Well, as rs sayin', this old Sol
Had meetin' house to build,
And he got boss named Hiram
Who stood high in his guild.
Now, just for metric reasons,
(All poets know the why
I'll split his name right half in two.
Now how is that for Hi?
But old Sol he laid wake o. nights.
Much married-hated noise)
So he made funny contract
With all the building boys.
Gin all the building of that house,"
(He emphasized the word
''Not one single hammer stroke
Is ever to be heard"
And Hiram said "By gol, old Sol,
am the boy can do it."
And Sol said "All right if you can,
But if you can't, you'll rue it."
So Hi went up to Lebanon
And there the stones he got,
And fixed the whole burned business
Till they fitted to dot.
And he took them to Jerusalem.
They made an awful pile.)
And told the boys to get to work;
"You bet twill take WHILE"
And the masons all said "Surely
It's good that old Hi bossed,
For all the stones fit up so nice
There's not a moment lost"
But one day they had stopped at noon
And were sauntering around,
When one called to the others
That queer stone he had found.
"We have caught old Hi mapping,
For, as sure as you've had birth
There's nary place that stone will fit
In any wall on earth,
Don't you see it's fat at bottom,
Then runs up in a cone?
There's not place in any wall
That we could put that stone"
And so they jeered the absent Hi,
And one old Prohib thunk
That Hi had measured off that ston,
When he was somewhat drunk.
And so one scornful fellow wiped
His muddy boots upon it.
Another stumbled over it,
Got mad, and said "Dog on it."
Then they took crow-bars, and the.
rolled
That misfit stone away
Till, out amonethe thorns and weeds
~ude it lay
And vines and weeds and snakes ant
snails,
Grew DER, and crawled around it,
But so securely was it hid
That no one ever found it,
Till years wore on, and all the men
The stones kept building on,
And the walls were getting very high
They talked of getting done.
And the people all came out to see
AS the pinnacle grew high
What great building it would be
With its apex in the sky.
And, day by day, they stood ant
watched
To see the last stone through.
And they praised the absent Hiram,
And said his "biz" he knew.
And now around, on all that ground
No other stone there lay,
For the very last (of all in sight
Had upward gone its way.
With bated breath the people thought
They'd hear the workman say
'It's done;" but looking down h,
called,
In wonder and dismay,
"where is the corner head stone
That right here must be fit?
/ can not think it possible
That Hiram's not made it.''
And then they thought how, years ago
A stone they had rejected;
For, that old Hiram had gone wron.
Was what they had suspected.
They then went out among the weed
And brought that stone apace,
And when twas hoisted up the,
found
1t fitted on that place.
IWant the Advice Ofmy Friend,