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Labor - A Poem By Silas H. Shepherd

Labor By 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 good fellowship a fact. If we employ these tools each day A beautiful Temple will be our pay.

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The Road - A Poem By Carl H. Claudy

The Road By 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 high and draw thy steel, And yet––immortal and most mighty, thou! What hath thy lore of life, to let it live? What is the vital spark, hid in thy vow? Thy millions learned, as thy dear paths they trod, The secret of the strength thou hast to give I am a way of common men to God.

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The Temple - What Makes it of Worth - A Poem By Edgar Alan Guest

The Temple - What Makes it of Worth By Edgar Alan Guest You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers, You 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 tint it but then It is only a building if it, after all, Isn't filled with the spirit of men.You may put up a structure of brick and of stone, Such as never was put up before Place there the costliest woods that are grown, And carve every pillar and door. You may fill it with splendors...

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We are Two Brothers - A Poem By H. L. Haywood

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 be But we are two brothers in Freemasonry So give me your hand.Give me your hand You are great I'm unknown You travel with a permanent fame I go on a way unlauded, alone, With hardly a man to hear of my name: We are sundered, are we, As two men can be But we are two brothers in Freemasonry So give me...

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Adieu, A Heart-Warm, Fond Adieu - A Poem By Robert Burns

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 social band,An' spent the cheerful, festive nightOft, honored with supreme command,Presided o'er the sons of lightAnd by that Hieroglyphic bright,Which none but Craftsmen ever saw,Strong memory on my heart shall writeThose happy scenes, when far awa'.May freedom, harmony and loveUnite you in the grand design,Beneath th' omniscient Eye above,The glorious Architect divine That you may keep the unerring line,Still rising by the plummet's law,Till order bright completely shine,Shall be...

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