Return to POETRY INDEX                     Return to PGL Web

Top

The Apron

By J. Hubert Scott

 

Guard thou this Apron even as thy soul!

High Badge it is an undaunted band,

Which, from the dawn of a dim forgotten time,

Has struggled upward in the quest of light -

Light that is found in reverence of self

Unselfish Brother-love and love of God

 

This light now on thine Apron shines undimmed;

Let ne'er a shadow intercept its beams.

Thine eyes late saw the Sun burst from the east

Marking the Morn of thy Masonic day,

Calling thee forth to labour with thy peers,

Gird then thy lambskin; nor fail to find

In it a thought of brooks and sweet clean fields,

Haunts of this lamb through many a sunny hour.

Find in it, too, nobler thought of Him

The light ineffable, the lamb of God,

Immaculate, unstained by shame or sin,

who dying left example to all men

Who would build lives in purity and truth.

 

In wisdom plan thy Apprentice task; divide

Thy time with care, thy moments spend as though

each day were lifelong, life but as a day.

In purity of heart and sheer integrity

Use thou this gavel on each stubborn edge,

Divesting thought of aught perchance might stain,

Or scar, or tear this badge of shining white.

 

At midday in the Crafts high fellowship,

Gird round thy life these bands of loyal blue,

Uniting with thee all to akin.

Strong in a deepening knowledge, bend thy skill

To leveling false pride in place attained,

To squaring thy foundations with the truth,

To setting each new stone in rectitude.

 

When in the West the Evening turns to gold

And beautifies what Strength and Wisdom reared,

Pause not, but search thy trestle-board, God's plan;

And ply with solemn joy thy masters tools,

Earth's many cementing into heaven's one.

Full soon an unseen Hand shall gently stay

Thine arm; and upon thy Apron, scutcheon bright,

Shall rest the All-seeing Eye, adjudging there

The blazoned record of thy workmanship.

Anon, thy Sun goes out and brothers lay,

With thee, thine Apron in the breast of earth,

Among forgotten archives of dust.

 

Wear worthily this thy Masonic badge,

While still thy body toils to build thy soul

A mansion bright, beyond the gates of death,

No edifice that crumbles back to clay,

But a glorious house eternal in the skies

 

These noe, be Mason's wages; ehen from his hands

Forever fall the working tools of life,

Arising, to ascend to loftier work;-

From out the lowly quaries to be called

To labour in the City of the King;-

Glad in the light of one long endless day,

To serve anew the Celestial Architect

And Sovereign Master of the Lodge Above.

 

Thy portion, Brother may it be to hear

These welcome words, when the great Judge shall scan

Thy work, "Well done1 Thou good and faithful servant,

Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.

Top

The Level

By R.J. McLauchlin

Oh, he who rides th' untrammelled winds of fame,

And he whose steps are painful made and slow

Shall reach at length one goal; yea, each the same;

For on Time's Level do their courses go.

 

And man, composed of fragile mortal stuff,

His fame must doff, his glory leave behind,

Nor pride nor power has potency enough

To raise one mortal man above his kind.

 

The ages' wisdom gives this message birth,

The sweep of generations can display

The bones of Caesar, mightiest of earth,

Beside the vassals, crumbling in the day.

 

And thus the Craftsmen anciently were taught

That glory, on Time's Level, finds defeat,

And there have they their full communion sought,

And there have they evermore shall work to meet.

 

The mighty and the lowly there shall bend

Unto the nearest task their lives provide;

The humble shall arise, the high descend,

As brothers on the Level, side by side

Top

The Plumb

By Neal A McAulay

 

Build up your life like the temple old

With stones that ate polished and true;

Cement it with love,adorn it with gold

As all Master builders should do:

Upon the foundations, well chosen and strong,

Build now for the ages to come;

Make use of the good, while rejecting the wrong -

And test all your work with the plumb.

Top

THE THREE GREAT LIGHTS

 

Anonymous

The Three Great Lights will guide our steps

Through life's uncertain way.

And bring us safe at length to see

The bright, eternal day.

 

Holy book our fathers read

With undimmed faith today

Make clear our sights that we may know

Its precepts to obey

 

With square of virtue, try our acts

And make the meet the test;

There is no other cause that leads

To islands of the blest

 

Between the lines that represent

The longest, shortest day,

Keep circumscribed by compasses

That we go not astray.

 

The Three great lights will guide our steps

Though life's uncertain way

And bring us safe at length to see

The bright, eternal day

Top

MASONIC EMBLEM

By Bro. C. Pylate Price

The square and compasses and the letter G
I proudly wear for the world to see
It's the most recognized emblem in Masonry

When you wear it on your ring or cap
It lets people know we're still on the map
And many more brothers I do meet
When I walk down a strange street

Folks should see that we do right
For Masons are the sons of light
The fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man
For our great fraternity the emblem does stand

Top

On Yonder Book

Anon.

In Masons’ Lodge with darken eyes

With cable tow about me,

I swore to hale all mysteries,

That Masons keep, and Masons prize,

All brothers’ secrets whispered low,

All words they speak, all things they do,

In mystic manner taught me.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

 I swore to answer and obey,

All summons sent me duly,

By brothers’ hand, or Lodge array,

I swore that I would never stray

From Ancient laws and rules that bound,

Freemasons in days renowned,

But would observe them truly.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

 I swore to lead in generous care,

All those in sorrow hidden,

The Brother on the darken square

The mourners with disheveled hair,

The orphan doomed, alas, to stray,

Upon a rough and rugged way,

While tears gush forth unbidden.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

 I swore to deal in honesty,

With each true heart around me,

That Honor . . . bright should ever be,

Unbroken bonds ‘tween him and me,

Nor wrong, nor guile, nor cruel fraud,

Should ever break the sacred cord,

By which my vows have bound me.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

I swore the Portals close to guard,

Of the Masonic Temple,

To rid the quarries of their dross,

To build each mystic wall across,

With body perfect, upright heart,

And mind mature in moral art,

In precept and example.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

 I swore the chastity to guard,

Of woman, true and tender,

Of Mason’s widow, wife, or child,

His mother or sister, undefiled.

To them I pledge a brother’s love,

By Him who rules the Lodge above,

To be a true defender.

 On Yonder Book that Oath I took,

And will I break it? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

 My Brother

These are your Vows,

Be they your cares.

And may such aid be given,

In answer to your earnest prayer,

That you may ever do and share,

All that God’s gracious Laws enjoin,

So that when evening shades decline,

You may be found in Heaven.

On Yonder Book these Oaths you took,

And will you break them? Never!

But stand by this, and this, and this,

Forever and Forever

Top