A MASON'S WIFE
From active Masons, resolute,
Our wives and families we salute;
We surely know the price you pay,
Who sit alone while we're away.
No high degrees on you conferred,
In Lodge, your name is seldom heard;
You serve our cause though out of sight,
While sitting home alone tonight.
Masonic papers list our names,
Awards are given, fit to frame;
But yours is absent...you who strive,
To keep our fortitude alive.
You're part of every helpful deed,
On your encouragement we feed;
Without your blessings, how could we,
Continue acts of charity?
And so, this poem, we dedicate,
To every Master Mason's mate;
And offer our undying love,
Rewards await in Heaven above.
With the light of thirty- three
Freemasonry illuminates the darkest corners of the earth;
The benevolence of our gentle craft,
Is a blessing from the Great Architect Of The Universe.
To all mankind
Beyond the boundaries of limits
Set only by crippled feeble minds
Through the perils of endless time
Our Masonic brotherhood perseveres
Quietly serving others, sometimes out of sight
For breaking the darkness
Is the illuminated brightness of Masonic Light
Bro. C. Pylate Price
I sought my soul,
But my soul I could not see.
I sought my God,
But my God eluded me.
I sought my brother,
And found all three.
Because the way was steep and long,
And through a strange and lonely land,
God placed upon my lips as song,
And put a lantern in my hand.
I sought to hear the voice of God
And climb the topmost steeple,
But God declared: "Go down again
I well among the people."
John Henry Newman
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