The Lambskin

From: Ron Blaisdell []
Sent: Friday, June 18, 1999 12:08 AM

It is not ornamental; the cost is not great;
There are things far more useful,
yet truly I state
That, of all my possessions, there's none can compare
With the white leather apron that all Masons wear.
As a young lad, I wondered just what it meant
When Dad bustled around and so much time spent
On shaving and dressing and looking just right
And Mother would say, "It's the masons tonight".
And on some winter nights she said,
"What makes you go Up there tonight
through the sleet and the snow?
You see the same things every month of the year."
Then Dad would reply, "Yes, I know it, my dear."
"Forty years I have seen the same things it is true;
But though they are old they always seem new,
For the hands that I clasp and the friends that I greet
Seem a little bit closer each time that we meet."
Years later I stood at the very same door
With good men and true who had entered before.
I knelt at the altar and there I was taught
That virtue and honour can never be bought.
That the spotless white lambskin that all Masons revere
If worthily worn, grows more precious each year.
That service to others brings blessings untold
And that man may be poor though surrounded by gold.
I learned that true brotherhood flourishes there,
That enmities fade 'neath the compass and square;
That wealth and position are all thrust aside,
And there, on the level, men greet and abide.
So honour the Lambskin, may it always remain
Forever unblemished and free from all stain.
And when we are called to the Great Father's love,
May we all take our place in the Grand Lodge above.

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