THE MODEL MASON
by Brother Rob Morris


There's a fine old Mason in the land, he's genial, wise and true,
His list of brothers comprehends, hear brothers, me and you;
So warm his heart the snow blast fails to chill his generous blood,
And his hand is like a giant's when outstretched to man or God.
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame,
has checked his course or dimmed his fame.
All honour to his name!

This fine old Mason is but one of a large family:
In every lodge you'll find his kin, you'll find them two or three;
You'll know them when you see them, for they have their father's face,
A generous knack of speaking truth and doing good always;
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame,
has checked their course or dimmed their fame.
Freemason is their name!

Ah, many an orphan smiles upon the kindred as they pass
And many a widow's prayers confess the sympathizing grace
The Father of this Brotherhood himself is joyed to see
Their works - they're numbered all in Heaven, those deeds of charity!
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame,
there check their course or dim their fame
All honour to their name!

 

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The Work
by Brother Montford C. Holley

The gavel sounds and all is still:
The Master speaks, proclaims his will:
Each one obeys, takes up his tools.
Inspects the plan, consults the rules:

With trowel and level, plumb and square,
Each stone is set exactly where
The plan provides, the drawing shows
And day by day the Temple grows:

The porch is finished, pillars placed;
The strands of net-work interlaced;
The chambers furnished, pavement laid,
The sacred vessels all displayed:

The walls are standing straight and true;
The roof is on, the labour through:
The Master speaks, The work is done:
The gavel sounds, God calls us home.

 

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I SEE YOU'VE TRAVELLED SOME
by Edgar A. Guest

Wherever you may chance to be, wherever you may roam,
Far away in foreign lands, or just at Home Sweet Home.

It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum
Just to hear the words of cheer, "I see you've travelled some."

When you get a brother's greeting, and he takes you by the hand,
It thrills you with a feeling that you cannot understand.

You feel that bond of brotherhood, that tie that's sure to come
When you hear him say in a friendly way "I see you've travelled some."

And if you are a stranger, in strange lands all alone
If fate has left you stranded, dead broke and far from home.

It thrills you - makes you numb,
when he says with a grip of fellowship, "I see you've travelled some."

And when your final summons comes, to take a last long trip,
Adorned with Lambskins Apron White and gems of fellowship.

The tiler at the Golden Gate, with square and rule and plumb
Will size up your pin and say "Walk in, I see you've travelled some."

 
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The Brethren
Edgar A. Guest

The world is needing you and me,
In places where we ought to be;
Somewhere today it′s needing you
To stand for what you know is true.
And needing me somewhere today.
To keep the faith, let come what may.

The world needs honest men today
To lead its youth along the way,
Men who will write in all their deeds
The beauty of their spoken creeds,
And spurn advantage here and gain,
On which deceit must leave its stain.

The world needs men who will not brag,
Men who will honor Freedom′s Flag,
Men, who although the way is hard,
Against the lure of shame will guard,
The world needs gentle men and true
And calls aloud to me and you.

The world needs men of lofty aim,
Not merely men of skill and fame,
Not merely leaders wise and grave,
Or learned men or soldiers brave,
But men whose lives are fair to see,
Such men as you and I can be

 

 

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