THE LODGE WHERE I BELONG

Though my Lodge may lack the splendor

     Of a temple or a shrine

Or possess the gaudy fixtures

     That are classed as superfine

Yet the fellowship it offers

     Is in price beyond compare

And I wouldn’t trade it ever

     For life’s treasures rich or rare

The hand-clasp firm, the word of cheer,

     Oh, such meanings they impart:

The mystic ties of brotherhood

     That links us heart to heart!

You’d really have to travel far,

     For the friendships quite so strong

As those one always finds right here

     In the Lodge where I belong.

When all my earthly travels end,

     And at last I’m borne to rest

Where mortal hands no longer toil

     And I cease life’s endless quest

Why there’s nothing I’d like better

     Should I join the heavenly throng

Then to meet with all the brothers

     Of the Lodge where I belong!