Freemasons Rings

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 Masters are...

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The Masonic Ring – A Poem

The Masonic Ring Those men who help my dad each day, They wear those Mason rings. A Square and Compass set in gold, The praise of which I sing.   My dad, he hurt his back you know, One cold and wintery day. He slipped and fell upon the ice, The insurance would not pay.   And since that time those rings I see, On hands that help us much. With mowing lawns and hauling trash, Each day my heart they touch.   My Mom she cried from...

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