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O, Mother Lodge We've Wandered Far - A Poem By Lawrence Greenleaf

O, Mother Lodge We've Wandered Far By Lawrence Greenleaf O, Mother Lodge, we′ve wandered far And knocked at many a door, Since first we wore thy Lambskin gift And trod thy Checkered Floor. Since first thy symbols met our gaze And claimed our constant thought, Till patient search at length revealed The hidden truths they taught. When heart at name of Brother thrilled, And loyal but to thee, We loved thy Square and Compass, and Adored thy letter G.The Chapter held recovered truths, Why not possess the same, That thought awoke a new desire And fanned it into flame. The honor sought at length was ours, We read the Keystone′s face And saw the treasures long entombed Brought from their...

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The Master's Apron - A Poem By Robert Burns

The Master's Apron By Robert Burns There's many a badge that's very grandWith ribbon, lace and tape onLet kings and princes wear them all,Give me the Master's apron!The honest craftsman's apron,The jolly Freemason's apron,Be he at home or roam afar,Before his touch fall bolt and bar,The gates of fortune fly ajar,When he but wears the apron!For wealth and honor, pride and powerare crumbling stones to base onEternity should rule the hour,and every worthy Mason!Each Free Accepted Mason,Each Ancient Crafted Mason.Then Brethren, let a wholesome songArouse your friendly ranks along.Good wives and children blithely singTo the ancient badge with the apron stringThat is worn by the Master Masons!

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The Lodge Room Over Simpkin's Store - A Poem By Lawrence Greenleaf

The Lodge Room Over Simpkin's Store By Lawrence Greenleaf The plainest Lodge room in the land was over Simpkins' store,Where Friendship Lodge had met each month for fifty' years or more.When o'er the earth the moon full-orbed, had cast her brightest beams,The Brethren came from miles around on horseback and In teams,And 0! what heavy grasp of hand, what welcome met them there,As mingling with the waiting groups they slowly mount the stair,Exchanging fragmentary news or prophecies of crop,Until they reach the Tyler's room and current topics drop,To turn their thoughts to nobler themes they cherish and adore,And which were heard on meeting night up over Simpkins' Store.To city eyes, a cheerless room, long usage had defaced,The tell-tale lines of...

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Jubal and Tubal Cain - A Poem By Rudyard Kipling

Jubal and Tubal Cain By Rudyard Kipling Jubal sang of the wrath of GodAnd the curse of thistle and thorn,But Tubal got him a pointed rodAnd scrambled the earth for corn.Old – old as that early mould,Young as the sprouting grain–Yearly green is the strife betweenJubal and Tubal Cain!Jubal sang of the new found sea,And the love that its waves divide:But Tubal hollowed a fallen treeAnd passed to the farther side.Black – black as the hurricane wrack,Salt as the under main ­Bitter and cold is the hate they hold –Jubal and Tubal Cain!Jubal sang of the golden years,When wars and wounds shall ceaseBut Tubal fashioned the hand–flung spearsAnd showed his neighbors peace.New – new as the nine–point–two,Older than Lamech′s slain...

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6:30 Degree - A Poem By Walter K. Belt

6:30 Degree By Walter K. Belt You may have a skillful MasterWho presides with practiced ease,Who arranges clever programsThat will entertain and please,One who calls in witty speakersWho knows his way aboutBut a lavish Junior WardenIs the boy who brings them out!You may have a good degree teamWhere each member knows his part.Drilled to function as a unitWith especial skill and art,With the finest of equipment,Jewelled crown and sumptuous shroudBut a groaning banquet tableIs the bait that draws the crowd!Did I say I was different?If the truth must be confessed,Much as I like work and speeches,I'm as hungry as the restAnd the ones they put in puddingAre my favorite kind of PlumbWhen the cry is Come and get it!Gangway, slowpokes!...

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