The Work The gavel sounds    and all is still: The Master speaks,    proclaims his will: Each one obeys,    takes up his tools. Inspects the plan,    consults the rules: With trowel and level,    plumb and square, Each stone is set    exactly where The plan provides,    the drawing shows And day by day    the Temple grows: The porch is finished,    pillars placed; The strands of net-work    interlaced; The chambers furnished,    pavement laid, The sacred vessels    all displayed: The walls are standing    straight and true; The roof is on,    the labor through: The Master speaks,    The work is done: The gavel sounds,    God calls us home.      - Brother Montford C. Holley This poem was found in the effects of Brother Harry Frank Rose, St Andrew's Lodge #863, Chicago, IL & Paul Revere Lodge, NYC, NY. My sister sent it to me on hearing that I had been made a Mason. Harry Rose was my grandfather.

Wor Ross Schacher Franklin Lodge Grafton, MA

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