WHAT OF YOUR MASONRY?
What of your Masonry? Is it put by,
Taken off with your Apron,
there to lie Dormant and void,
inefficient and vain Until in the Lodge‑room you wear it again.
Listen,
my brethren,
True Masonry dwells Out in the world,
not in prisons and cells,
It feeds the hungry,
defends the oppressed,
Lifts those who languish,
soothes the distressed.
It prays to the Father in Heaven above
And seeks to give charity,
Brotherly love,
It's worked in the home,
the streets,
in the store,
Fully as much as behind the tyled door.
It isn't a thing you can hide far away To give it true value,
one lives it each day,
Take time to enjoy the work of the craft,
Don't use it,
my brethren,
for dissent or graft.
Join with your fellows,
your apron display,
The teachings of virtue,
practice each day,
And when to the Grand Lodge above you have gone,
You'll hear the Grand Master proclaim "Well
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