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A FREEMASON′S PRAYER By Canon J. W. Horsley

A Mason′s Greeting By Brother John Edmund Bass

A Night, When Brotherhood ′Came Real by Brother David Terrell

ADIEU, A HEART—WARM, FOND ADIEU By Robert Burns

Always a Mason By Douglas Malloch

Are You A Man? By W. R. Shields

THE BEACON LIGHT By Rob. Morris

The Brethren By Edgar A. Guest

A Commentary on the Pledge of Allegiance by Brother Red Skelton

BROTHERHOOD By Edwin Markham

Brotherhood by Roy O. Robison

BROTHERS ALL! By Silas H Shepherd

BUILDING By Silas H. Shepherd

THE BUILDING OF TEMPLES By MWGM Robert M. Millard

Challenges for the True Mason Author Unknown

Charity from the Short Talk Bulletin, Volume 3, Number 2 (February, 1925)

The Cold Within Author Unknown

THE EMBLEMS OF THE CRAFT By Rob Morris

EVERY YEAR By Albert Pike

The Farewell To the Brethren of St. James Lodge, Tarbolton by Robert Burns

FATHER′S LODGE By Douglas Malloch

FIVE POINTS OF FELLOWSHIP By Robert Morris

The Five Points Symbolism By Brother N. A. McAulay

Freemason′s March Author Unknown

FUNERAL DIRGE By David Vinton


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A FREEMASON′S PRAYER
Canon J. W. Horsley

Almighty Architect! whose mind
Hath planned all things that be,
Whose thought is law, whose law is Love,
Whose love Fertility.
Help us to reverence Thy mind,
And see Thy Temple in mankind.

"Let there be light"––Thy primal voice
We echo, nor in vain
The hidden mysteries explore
That all Thy works contain,
Yet pray for humbleness and awe
In tracing Thine enfolding law.

Let there be life, it follows on
For light smiles not on death,
And light is life and life is light
When man remembereth
Thy name and will, and thinks it joy
To labor if in Thine employ.

Let there be love, for Thou art love.
Ah! Father, none can view
With filial love Thy Fatherhood
But love his brother too.
If charity our heart has filled,
Cementing stone to stone we build.

Wisdom, and Strength, and Beauty form
The pillars of Thy throne;
Each in its perfect self belongs
To Thee, to Thee alone;
Yet may they gleam before our eyes
To make us strong, and clean, and wise.

By Faith establish well our ways,
Bid Hope expand our view
And crown Thy gifts with golden Love,
Which maketh all things new.
Then shall our light before men shine
Because they mark that we are Thine.


A Mason′s Greeting
Brother John Edmund Bass

To all who hope for life beyond this living,
To all who reverence one holy Name ––
Whose liberal hand will not be stayed from giving,
Who count all human fellowship the same;
Whose lives ascent in wisdom, strength, and beauty,
Stone upon stone, square–hewn and founded well,
Who love the light –– who tread the path of duty:
Greet you well, brethren! Brethren, greet you well!


A Night, When Brotherhood ′Came Real
Brother David Terrell

It was but few short weeks before, that I had trod the checkered floor.
And recently, I′d passed between Jachin and Boaz; and I′d seen
Where Solomon would pay the wage to workmen in an ancient age.

My time was nigh. I′d learned the part more expert workmen can impart
To building temples, made of stones carved fresh from living flesh and bones.
A place where souls sojourn to learn; and worthy craftsmen their wages earn.

My edifice was under way. My cornerstone seemed well laid.
Then came a man of dark intent whose theft from me took every cent.
I, destitute, was crushed to know that fellow men would treat me so.

It′d be a time before I′d see my "workman′s wage" next come to me.
What funds I had would barely place the milk and bread before the face
Of my young babes that Heaven gave to grace my life; my soul to save.

I called the Lodge to change the time they′d set for my Degree Sublime
For I had not the fee to pay. And shamed, in pride, could n′er say
The reason. "Never mind." they said to me "It′s fine. Just come ahead."

I came that night; though fearing how my new found friends would see me now.
I shook the hands of one and all and swallowing my pride, I called
The Mast′r aside, and told him then and there about my sore condition.

He answered me by turning round and speaking soft and clear. I found
His voice was carr′d to all in sight. "A Brother needs our help tonight!"
And every Brother that was there arose, and gave, that they might share.

"Don′t worry Brother." he said. "Look here and see. Your fee is paid,
And more is left for meat and bread. You aren′t alone in this." He led
Me round the corner, speaking low, of mystic ties that bind us so.

My heart within still burns to think of how these men, fraternally linked,
Transformed my dark into bright light. As these, my Brothers, sensed my plight,
And lovingly, without fanfare, contributed to my welfare.

I trod again around the floor, up winding stairs and through the doors,
To seek more light amidst the sky of God′s own mercy and love. "Did I
Deserve such trust and care?" I prayed to Him whil′st I was kneeling there.

And list′ning close, the years rolled back; another Mason stood attacked
By those who steal and wrest away the things for which they didn′t pay.
Unlike poor Hiram′s sorrowed soul; my life was spared, my family whole.

The King and Craft then gather′d round and raised me to a life new found.
My Brothers, clasping hand to back, then gave to me what I most lacked;
A thing to have that none can steal: "A Night, When Brotherhood ′Came Real!"


ADIEU, A HEART–WARM, FOND ADIEU
Robert Burns

Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favored, ye enlightened few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho′ I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune′s sliddery ba′,––
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I′ll mind you still, though far awa′.

Oft have I met your social band,
An′ spent the cheerful, festive night;
Oft, honored with supreme command,
Presided o′er the sons of light;
And by that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever saw,
Strong memory on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far awa′.

May freedom, harmony and love
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th′ omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect divine;––
That you may keep the unerring line,
Still guided by the plummet′s law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my prayer when far awa′.
And you farewell, whose merits claim

Justly that highest badge to wear,––
Heaven bless your honored, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request, permit me here;
When yearly ye assemble a′,
One round,––I ask it with a tear
To him. the Bard. that′s far awa′.


Always a Mason
Douglas Malloch

Let no king quite put off his crown!
I still would have him kingly when
In some old inn the king sat down
To banquet with his serving–men.
I love a mild and merry priest,
Whom Brothers toast, and neighbors prod;
Yet would I have him, at the feast,
A little of the man of God.

So with a Mason: I would see
Him somewhat of a Mason still,
Though far from Lodge–rooms he may be,
In court, or counting–house, or mill.
Whatever garment he may doff,
What mark Masonic lay aside,
I would not have him quite put off
The Craft he lately glorified.

A soldier is a soldier, though
He lays the sword aside awhile.
The time, the place, I do not know
Man may not serve, or my not smile.
I know no moment anywhere,
Whatever place the place may be,
A Mason may not always wear
A little of his Masonry.


Are You A Man?
W. R. Shields

I do not ask, my friend, if you
Were born a Gentile or a Jew,
A Buddhist, or Mohammedian:
I only ask, are you a man?

It matters not, my friend, to me
If you are black as black can be,
Or colored red, or brown, or tan:
I ask but this, are you a man?

I care not, brother, whence you came,
Nor do I seek to know your name,
Your race, religion, creed or clan:
I want to know if you′re a man.

I care not if you′re homely quite,
Or handsome as an angle bright,
If you, throughout your little span,
Have only shown yourself a man.

I think that most men think like that:
They hate a weakling, loathe a rat;
They′ve always liked, since time began,
One who is first and last a man.


THE BEACON LIGHT
Rob. Morris

A city set upon a hill
Cannot be hid;
Exposed to every eye, it will,
Over surrounding plain and vale,
An influence shed,
And spread the light of peace afar,
Or blight the land with horrid war.

Each Mason′s Lodge is planted so
For high display;
Each is a BEACON LIGHT, to show
Life′s weary wanderers, as they go,
The better way;
To show, by ties of earthly love
How perfect is the Lodge above!

Be this your willing task, dear friends,
While laboring here
Borrow from Him who kindly lends
The Heavenly Ladder that ascends
The higher sphere;
And let the world your progress see
Upward, by FAITH, HOPE, CHARITY.


The Brethren
Edgar A. Guest

The world is needing you and me,
In places where we ought to be;
Somewhere today it′s needing you
To stand for what you know is true.
And needing me somewhere today.
To keep the faith, let come what may.

The world needs honest men today
To lead its youth along the way,
Men who will write in all their deeds
The beauty of their spoken creeds,
And spurn advantage here and gain,
On which deceit must leave its stain.

The world needs men who will not brag,
Men who will honor Freedom′s Flag,
Men, who although the way is hard,
Against the lure of shame will guard,
The world needs gentle men and true
And calls aloud to me and you.

The world needs men of lofty aim,
Not merely men of skill and fame,
Not merely leaders wise and grave,
Or learned men or soldiers brave,
But men whose lives are fair to see,
Such men as you and I can be.


A Commentary on the Pledge of Allegiance
Brother Red Skelton

As a schoolboy, one of Brother Red Skelton′s teachers explained the words and meaning of the Pledge of Allegiance to his class. Bro. Skelton later wrote down, and eventually recorded, his recollection of this lecture. It is followed by an observation of his own.

I
Me; an individual; a committee of one.
Pledge
Dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self–pity.
Allegiance
My love and my devotion.
To the Flag
Our standard; Old Glory; a symbol of Freedom; wherever she
waves there is respect, because your loyalty has given her a dignity
that shouts, Freedom is everybody′s job. >
of the United
That means that we have all come together.
States of America
Individual communities that have united into forty–eight great states. Forty–eight individual communities with pride and dignity and
purpose. All divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a
common purpose, and that is love for country.
And to the Republic
Republic a state in which sovereign power is invested in representatives
chosen by the people to govern. And government is the people; and
it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the people.
For which it stands
One Nation
One Nation meaning, so blessed by God.
Indivisible
Incapable of being divided.
With Liberty
Which is Freedom; the right of power to live one's own life, without
threats, fear, or some sort of retaliation.
And Justice
The principle, or qualities, of dealing fairly with others.
For All
which means, boys and girls, it's as much your country as

And now, boys and girls, let me hear you recite the Pledge of Allegiance:
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands; one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country, and two words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance: Under God. Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said that is a prayer, and that would be eliminated from schools, too?


BROTHERHOOD
Edwin Markham

The crest and crownings of all good,
Life′s final star, is Brotherhood;
For it will bring again to earth
Her long lost Poesy and Nirth;
Will send new light on every face,
A kingly power upon the race.
And till it comes, we men are slaves,
And travel downward to the dust of graves.

Come, clear the way, then, clear the way:
Blind creeds and kings have had their day.
Break the dead branches from the path:
Our hope is in the aftermath––
Our hope is in heroic men,
Star led to build the world again.
To this event the ages ran:
Make way for Brotherhood––make way for man!


Brotherhood
Roy O. Robison
This Poem was written in memory of Brother L. Miller Robison, Sr.,
Grand Tiler of The Grand Lodge of Texas in 1988 and as a salute to the Texas Flag.

One Lone Star
on a Field of Blue
stands for the Brotherhood
between Me and You.

The strip of Red
for the Blood they shed
in Brotherhood so true.

The strip of White
for the Right and Might
this Brotherhood new.

Under the Red, White and Blue
How this Brotherhood grew
and it′s all for Me and You.

Now when We see that
One Lone Star
We pray we can be as they are.


BROTHERS ALL!
Silas H Shepherd

In the Lodge we meet the fellows,
Who, in other walks of life,
We would seldom ever contact,
And then perhaps in strife.
They are men of every leaning
Whom we good and honest call,
And the splendid thing about it
Is, that we are Brothers All.

They are men of every station;
Some are rich and some are poor;
But they all are full of friendship
And of service have a store.
We may differ in our methods,
But our objects we recall
And it binds us in a labor
And it makes us Brothers All.

They are men of truth and honor
Trusting always in the right;
Seeking always further light.
What a power for perfect justice!
How can failure e′er befall
Such a firmly founded body––
For the Lodge makes Brothers All?


BUILDING
Silas H Shepherd

Do you try to conquer error,
And to live the life ordained?
Do you banish selfish wishes,
As in higher spheres attained?

Do you try to practice virtue
For its own dear sake alone,
And not set the double standard
But judge others by your own?

Do you try to make life brighter
By your sunny smiles and cheers,
And develop joy and gladness
As you grow in Light and years?

Do you square your every action
By the square the Master used
And build a noble mansion
In this body you′ve abused?

If you live a life of effort
The result can never fail
To develop power and glory
Ere you end this earthly trail.


THE BUILDING OF TEMPLES
MWGM Robert M. Millard

Its massive pillars, its stately walls
Are a tribute to craftsmen′s skill
It stands in majestic form complete,
Its place in the world to fill,
It compensates for the years delayed
For the toil and the sacrifice,
And to all who helped to build it comes
As a wondrous and well earned prize.

Ah! yes, we have builded a temple grand,
We are fraught with the thrill of pride,
The art to achieve in a noble cause
Brings comfort that will abide.
The architect′s approval is had,
It is good work, true and square
Each small detail in the splendid whole
Has been tempered with skill and care.

Then I wonder––what of the temple of God
That is hidden within my heart?
Am I building this with lofty tools,
Am I moulding its every part
With brotherly love and faith and truth,
With justice to every man,
Am I building into this sacred thing
The very best that I can?

For temples of stone shall crumble to dust,
Their memory fade with the days,
But the temple I rear in my heart of hearts
Nor time nor death can efface.
And whether for weal or whether for woe
I proclaim myself at the shrine
Of God or mammon, of heights or of depths,
As I work on this temple of mine.

It is not given that I should know
The time allotted me here,
But the highways and byways are well defined,
The paths I may travel are clear.
And when at last the darkness ensues
And the things of the world become dim,
All that shall matter is, will God approve
The temple I′ve builded to HIM?


Challenges for the True Mason
Author Unkown

I will do more than belong –– I will participate.
I will do more than care –– I will help.
I will do more than believe –– I will practice.
I will do more than be fair –– I will be kind.
I will do more than forgive –– I will forget.
I will do more than dream –– I will work.
I will do more than teach –– I will inspire.
I will do more than earn –– I will enrich.
I will do more than give –– I will serve.
I will do more than live –– I will grow.
I will do more then be friendly –– I will be a friend.
I will do more than be a citizen –– I will be a patriot.


Charity
From the Short Talk Bulletin, Volume 3, Number 2 (February, 1925)

Let me be a little kinder;
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more.

Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery;
Let me serve a little better
Those I am striving for.

Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver;
Let me strive a little harder
To all I should be.

Let me be a little meeker
With a brother who is weaker;
Let me think more of my neighbor,
And a little less of me.


The Cold Within
Author Unknown

Six humans trapped by happenstance
in dark and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood––
Or so the story′s told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
but the first one held hers back,
For, of the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking ′cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn′t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And keeping all that he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man′s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For he saw in his stick of wood
A chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving just to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

Their sticks held tight in death′s stilled hands
Was proof enough of sin;
They didn′t die from cold without––
They died from cold within.


THE EMBLEMS OF THE CRAFT
Rob Morris

Who wears the Square upon his breast
Does in the face of God attest,––
And in the face of man,––
That all his actions will compare
With the divine, the unerring Square,
That squares great virtue′s plan.
And he erects his edifice
By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the Level says that pride
Does not within his soul abide,
Nor foolish vanity
That man has but a common doom,
And from the cradle to the tomb
An equal destiny.
And he erects his edifice
By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the Plumb, behold how true
His words and waLk! and could we view
The chambers of his soul,
Each hidden thought, so pure and good,
By the stern line of rectitude
Points up to Heaven′s goal;
And he erects his edifice
By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the G,––that mark divine,––
Whose very sight should banish sin,
Has faith in God alone
His Father, Maker, Friend, he knows;
He vows and pays to God his vows
Before the eternal throne
And he erects his edifice
By this design, and this, and this.

Thus life and beauty come to view
In each design our fathers drew,
So glorious and sublime
Each breathes an odor from the bloom
Of gardens bright beyond the tomb,
Beyond the flight of time
And bids us ever build on this,
The walls of God′s own edifice


EVERY YEAR
Albert Pike

The Spring has less of brightness
Every year,
And the snow a ghastlier whiteness
Every year.,
Nor do Summer flowers quicken,
Nor Autumn fruitage thicken
As they once did,––for we sicken
Every year.

It is growing darker, colder,
Every year,––
As the heart and soul grow older
Every year.,
I care not now for dancing
Nor for eyes with passion glancing,
Love is less and less entrancing,
Every year.

Of the loves and sorrows blended,
Every year,––
Of the charms of friendships ended,
Every year,––
Of the ties that still might bind me
Until time of death resigned me,
My infirmities remind me
Every year.

Ah, how sad to look before us
Every year,––
While the cloud looks darker o′er us
Every year!
When we see the blossoms faded
That to bloom we might have aided
And immortal garlands braided,
Every year.

To the past go more dead faces
Every year,––
As the loved leave vacant places
Every year.
Everywhere the sad eyes meet us,
In the evening′s dusk they greet us,
And to come to them entreat us,
Every year.

You are growing old, they tell us,
Every year
You are more alone, they tell us,
Every year.,
You can win no new affection,
You have only recollection,
Deeper sorrow and dejection,
Every year.

Yes, the shores of life are shifting
Every year,
And we are seaward drifting
Every year,
old places changing fret us,––
The living more regret us,––
There are fewer to regret us,
Every year.

But the true life draweth nigher
Every year.,
And its Morning Star climbs higher
Every year,
Earth′s hold on us grows slighter,
And the heavy burden lighter,
And the Dawn Immortal brighter,
Every year.


The Farewell
To the Brethren of St. James Lodge, Tarbolton
Robert Burns

Adieu ! a heart–warm fond adieu !
Dear brothers of the mystic tie !
Ye favour′d, ye enlighten′d few,
Companions of my social joy !
Tho′ I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune′s slidd′ry ba′,
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I′ll mind you still, tho′ far awa′.

Oft, have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night ;
Oft, honour′d with supreme command,
Presided o′er the sons of light :
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsman ever saw !
Strong memory on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes when far awa′ !

May freedom, harmony and love
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th′ Omniscient eye above,
The glorious Architect Divine !
That you may keep th′ unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet′s law,
Till Order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray′r when far awa′.

And You, farewell ! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear !
Heav′n bless your honour′d noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear !
A last request permit me here :
When yearly ye assemble a′,–
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that′s far awa′.


FATHER′S LODGE
Douglas Malloch

Father′s lodge, I well remember, wasn′t large, as lodges go;
There was trouble in December getting to it through the snow.
But he seldom missed a meeting; drifts or blossoms in the lane,
Still the Tyler heard his greeting, winter ice or summer rain.

Father′s lodge thought nothing of it; ′mid their labors and their cares
Those old Masons learned to love it, that fraternity of theirs.
What′s a bit of stormy weather, when a little down the road
Men are gathering together, helping bear each other′s load?

Father′s lodge had made a village; men of father′s sturdy brawn
Turned a wilderness to tillage, seized the flag, and carried on.
Made a village, built a city, shaped a county, formed a state.
Simple men, not wise nor witty––humble men, and yet how great!

Father′s lodge had caught the gleaming of the great Masonic past;
Thinking, toiling, daring, dreaming, they were builders of the last.
Quiet men, not rich nor clever, with the tools they found at hand
Building for the great forever, first a village, then a land.

Father′s lodge no temple builded, shaped of steel and carved of stone;
Marble columns, ceilings gilded, father′s lodge has never known.
But a heritage of glory they have left, the humble ones––
They have left their mighty story in the keeping of their sons.


FIVE POINTS OF FELLOWSHIP
Robert Morris

Joyful task it is, dear brothers
Thus to take upon the lip
With full heart, and fitting gesture,
All our points of fellowship.
Foot and knee, breast, hand, and cheek
Each a measured part shall speak;
Speak of answering mercy′s call;
Speak of prayer for Mason′s all;
Speak of keeping secrets duly;
Speak of stretching strong hand truly;
Speak of whispering the unruly.

Foot To Foot: ′tis Mercy′s mandate
When is heard the plaintive sigh,
Hungry, thirsty, homeless, naked,
on the wings of aid to fly;
Hasten, mitigate the grief––
Hasten, bear him quick relief!
Quick with bread to feed the hungry;
Quick with raiment for the naked;
Quick with shelter for the homeless;
Quick with heart′s deep sympathy.

KNEE To KNEE: in silence praying,
Lord, give listening ear that day!
Every earthly stain confessing,
For all tempted Masons pray!
Perish envy, perish hate
For all Masons supplicate.
Bless them, Lord, upon the ocean;
Bless them perishing in the desert;
Bless them falling `neath temptation;
Bless them when about to die!

BREAST To BREAST: in holy casket
At life′s center strongly held,
Every sacred thing intrusted,
Sealed by faith′s unbroken seal;
What you promised God to shield
Suffer, die, but never yield.
Never yield whate′er the trial;
Never yield whate′er the number,
Never yield though foully threatened,
Even at the stroke of death.

HAND To BACK: A brother falling––
His misfortune is too great
Stretch the generous hand, sustain him,
Quick, before it is too late.
Like a strong, unfaltering prop,
Hold the faltering brother up.
Hold him up; stand like a column;
Hold him up; there′s good stuff in him;
Hold him with his head toward heaven;
Hold him with the lion′s grip.

CHEEK To CHEEK: O, when the tempter
Comes, a brother′s soul to win,
With a timely whisper warn him
Of the dark and deadly sin.
Extricate him from the snare,
Save him with fraternal care.
Save him; heavenly powers invoke you
Save him, man is worth the saving;
Save him, breathe your spirit in him
As you′d have your God save you.

This completes the obligation;
Brothers, lest you let it slip,
Fasten on tenacious memory
All our points of Fellowship;
Foot and knee, breast, hand and cheek––
Foot and knee. breast. hand. and cheek.


The Five Points Symbolism
Brother N. A. McAulay

Foot to foot, that we may go,
Where our help we can bestow;
Pointing out the better way,
Lest our brothers go astray.
Thus our steps should always lead
To the souls that are in need.

Knee to knee, that we may share
Every brother′s needs in prayer:
Giving all his wants a place,
When we seek the throne of grace.
In our thoughts from day to day
For each other we should pray.

Breast to breast, to there conceal,
What our lips must not reveal;
When a brother does confide,
We must by his will abide.
Mason′s secrets to us known,
We must cherish as our own.

Hand to back, our love to show
To the brother, bending low:
Underneath a load of care,
Which we may and ought to share.
That the weak may always stand,
Let us lend a helping hand.

Cheek to cheek, or mouth to ear,
That our lips may whisper cheer,
To our brother in distress:
Whom our words can aid and bless.
Warn him if he fails to see,
Dangers that are known to thee.

Foot to foot, and knee to knee,
Breast to breast, as brothers we:
Hand to back and mouth to ear,
Then that mystic word we hear
Which we otherwise conceal,
But on these five points reveal.


Freemason′s March
Author Unknown

Come, let us prepare,
We brothers that are
Met together on merry Occasion;
Let us drink, laugh and sing,
Our Wine has a Spring,
′Tis a Health to an Accepted Mason.

The World is in Pain
Our Secret to gain,
But still let them wonder and gaze on;
Till they′re shewn the Light
They′ll ne′er know the right
Word or Sign of an Accepted Mason.

′Tis This and ′tis That,
They cannot tell what,
Why so many great Men in the Nation
Should Aprons put on,
To make themselves one
With a Free or an Accepted Mason.

Great Kings, Dukes and Lords,
Have laid by their Swords,
This our Myst′ry to put a good Grace on,
And ne′er been asham′d
To hear themselves nam′d
With a Free or an Accepted Mason.

Antiquity′s Pride
We have on our side,
It makes a Man Just in his Station;
There′s nought but what′s Good
To be understood
By a Free or an Accepted Mason.

Then Join Hand in Hand,
T′each other firm stand,
Let′s be merry, and put a bright Face on;
What Mortal can boast
So noble a Toast,
As a Free or an Accepted Mason.


FUNERAL DIRGE
David Vinton

Solemn strikes the fun′ral chime,
Notes of our departing time;
As we journey here below,
Through a pilgrimage of woe!

Mortals now indulge a tear,
For mortality is near!
See how wide her trophies wave
O′er the slumbers of the grave!

Here another guest we bring––
Seraphs of celestial wing,
To our fun′ral Altar come,
Waft this friend and brother home.

Lord of all! below––above––
Fill our hearts with truth and love;
When dissolves our earthly tie,
Take us to Thy Lodge on high.


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