Poems
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To the Secretary
Make thou the record duly, —Our Mason life is thereMake thou the record truly,With close and anxious care.The…
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So Mote It Be
So mote it be with us when life shall end,And from the East the Lord Of Light shall…
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The Royal Art
Thou, Royal Art, in splendor clothedBy verse and learned orator extolledWhat is thy power o′er men so frail?Where…
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I’m Ready for My Last Degree
An old man lay sick in the Masonic Home,His face was as ashen as the white sea foam,His…
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Banquet Night
Once in so often, King Salomon said,Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,We will club our garlic and wine…
