Challenges for the True Mason By William Arthur Ward 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...
Brotherhood By Edwin Markham The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood For it will bring again to Earth Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth Will send new light on every face, A kingly power upon the race. And till it come, we men are slaves, And travel downward to the dust of graves. Come, clear...
Always a Mason By 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...
Adieu, A Heart-Warm, Fond Adieu By 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 slidd'ry ba', With melting heart and brimful eye, I'll mind you still, though far awa! Oft have I met your...
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 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...
