‘And thou shalt make a candlestick of pure gold: of beaten work shall the candlestick be made: his shaft, and his branches, his bowls, his knops, and his flowers, shall be of the same . . . .
‘And there shall be a knop under two branches of the same, and a knop under two branches of the same, and a knop under two branches of the same, according to the six ranches that proceed out of the candlestick . . . . Their knops and their branches shall be of the same.’—Exodus.
‘KNOW this, my brethren, Heaven! clear|
And all the clouds are gone—
The Proper Sort shall flourish now,
Good times are coming on’—
The evil that was threatened late
To all of our degree,
Hath passed in discord and debate,
And, Hey then up go we!
A common people strove in vain
And they that with accursèd zeal
Our doorways that, in time of fear,
Our altars which the heathen brake
Then come, my brethren, and prepare