Masonic Poems

If you would be a mason true,In prayer and labour now engage,Refreshment,sleep,apportion right,O brother,then apply the Gage. Divest your mind of thoughts impure,The mysteries of the mind unravel,Your bodies make a temple of God,O brother,then take up the Gavel. To...

What makes a man a Mason, O brother of mine?It isn’t the due guard, nor is it the sign,It isn’t the jewel which hangs on your breastIt isn’t the apron in which you are dressed It isn’t the step, nor the token, nor the grip,Nor lectures that fluently flow from the...