01Apr
01Apr
THE TEMPLE – A POEM BY EDGAR ALAN GUEST
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 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...
01Apr
The Road – A Poem By Carl H. Claudy
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 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...
01Apr
Labor – A Poem By Silas H. Shepherd
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 good fellowship a fact. If we employ these tools each day A beautiful Temple will be our pay. Gold Masonic Rings, Stainless Steel Masonic RingsLondon Regalia:
We have a lovely...
01Apr
THE LAMBSKIN – A POEM BY EDGAR A. GUEST
THE LAMBSKIN
A POEM BY EDGAR A. GUEST
It is not ornamental, the cost is not great, There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state, Tho of all my possessions, there's none can compare, With that white leather apron, which all Masons wear. As a young lad I wondered just what it all meant, When Dad hustled around, and so much time was spent On shaving and dressing and looking just right, Until Mother would say: "It's the Masons tonight." And some...
01Apr
The Past Master
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 so he Has no place to go you see - No place left for him to roam. That is why he is coming home. Kiss him, he won't bite you child. All Past...
01Apr
The Palace – By Rudyard Kipling
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 built. There was no worth in the fashion there was no wit in the plan Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran. Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on every stone, After me cometh a...
