The tide of time rolls onward in its ceaseless change,
     And as it leaves the shore-line, many pebbles strange
     Are washed up on the surface, to be picked at random.
     I gathered twelve for you today--will they prove a boon or bandom?

     They are not priceless jewels that gleam with rainbow fire;
     But if your eye is trained aright, perhaps their worth you'll higher--
     For though there is no polish, yet some light may filter through,
     If you will but examine each and try them out as true.

     So take these stones and study them; within there lies concealed
     A message from the Ancient Lodge wherein the Rosicrucians kneel.
     It comes from those who know the worth of things celestial,
     And they have placed therein this day a blessing spiritual.

     And as the tides come rolling back, one after one,
     Another stone I'll throw unto the sun.
     Perhaps one day we shall meet and talk
     About these pebbles.  Till then: adieu!
     And may God's richest blessings ever be with you.