THE MODEL MASON – A POEM BY ROB MORRISLondon Regalia 2
The Model Mason
By Rob Morris
There’s a fine old Mason in the land, he’s genial, wise and true,
His list of brothers comprehends, dear 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 honor 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 honor to their name!