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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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Freemason′s March - A Poem

Freemason′s March By Unknown Author 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...

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The Emblems of the Craft - A Poem By Rob Morris

The Emblems of the Craft By 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,...

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