The Beatitudes of Masonry
Blessed is the Mason who:
exhibits Friendship toward all man kind: For he who is placed on the lowest spoke of fortune's wheel may be entitled to regard, and no one knows how soon the Grand Leveler of human greatness will reduce all to the same state. is Characterized by Morality for it is only by a strict adherence to this principle that he can prove himself an acceptable sacrifice before the Great Artificer of the Universe. practices Brotherly Love for he thereby cements true friendship among those who might otherwise remain perpetually at a distance. extends Relief to his fellowmen: on this basis are friendship formed and connections established. seeks Truth for this principle substitutes sincerity and plain dealing for hypocrisy and deceit, and enables on to rejoice in another's welfare and prosperity. is guided by Temperance in all things: for he thereby renders the body tame and governable, and frees the mind from the allurements of vice. is distinguished by Fortitude for it is this purpose of mind that safeguards him against an unlawful disclosure of his valuable secrets. has Prudence for thereby he is enabled wisely to judge and prudentially to determine all things relative to his present and future happiness. makes Justice his invariable practice: for it is the only standard that enables anyone to render into every many his just due, without distinction.
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 wintry day.
He slipped on 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.
They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree.
Where all the neighbor kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.
My Mom she cried from happiness,
The time the Masons came.
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.
And when I'm big, just like my Dad,
Of this it must be told.
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.
Long years have passed since when,
My Dad was in that plaster cast.
And since I swore that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.
But more than that I'm proud to say,
I wear his Mason ring.
The one Dad wore for many years,
Until his death this spring.
And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping Mother.
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.
And after which my Son did ask,
About their Aprons white.
And the rings upon their hands,
Of gold so shiny bright.
With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They're men of spirit pure.
Those men who wear those Mason rings,
Of that you can be sure.
And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold.
Someday I'll wear a ring like Dad's
A Square and Compass gold.
"Old Masters Wages"
It is not ornamental,
the cost is not great
Lord's Prayer Masonic Tracing Board
Credit to Steilacoom Lodge #2's website.