We are Two Brothers By H. L. Haywood Give me your hand; You are rich; I am poor; Your wealth is your power, and by it you tread A wide open path; where for me is a door That is locked; and before it are worry and dread. We are sundered, are we, As two men can...
The Temple By Edgar Alan Guest You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers, May go with your steel to the sky You may purchase the best of the thought of the years, And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of marble each hall, And with gold you may...
The Road Carl H. Claudy So many men before thy Altars kneel Unthinkingly, to promise brotherhood: So few remain, humbly to kiss thy rood With ears undeafened to thy mute appeal So many find thy symbols less than real Their teachings mystic,--hard to understand So few there are, in all thy far flung band To hold thy banner...
Labor Silas H. Shepherd He who acts upon the Square Will always well with all compare. The Mason uses tools of love To build a Temple planned above. The Gauge he constantly employs To measure work and limit joys. The Plumb imbues his soul and heart With love Divine and sacred art. The Level guides his daily act And makes...
THE LAMBSKIN A POEM BY EDGAR A. GUEST It is not ornamental, the cost is not great, There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state, Tho of all my possessions, there's none can compare, With that white leather apron, which all Masons wear. As a young lad I wondered just what it...
The Past Master Unknown Author Who's the stranger, Mother, dear? Look, he knows us - ain't that queer? Hush, my son, don't talk so wild - He's your father, dearest child. He's my father? It's not so! Father died six years ago. Dad didn't die, Oh love of mine, He's been going through the line. But he's been Master now...
The Palace When I was a King and a Mason, a Master proven and skilled, I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels Presently, under the silt, I came on the wreck of a Palace, such as a King had...
The Masonic Ring Those men who help my dad each day, They wear those Mason rings. A Square and Compass set in gold, The praise of which I sing. My dad, he hurt his back you know, One cold and wintery day. He slipped and fell upon the ice, The insurance would not...
