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Wages of a Mason
Masonic labor is purely a labor of love. He who seeks to draw Masonic wages in gold and silver will be disappointed. The wages of a Mason are earned and paid in their dealings with one another; sympathy that begets sympathy, kindness begets kindness, helpfulness begets helpfulness, and these are the wages of a Mason.
Last Night
Last night I knelt where Hiram knelt. Today I'm closer to my G-d, tho hereto fore my fellowmen, seemed each one like the other. Today I search each one apart, I'm looking for my Brother. And as I feel this friendly grip, it fills my heart with pride. I know that while I'm on the square that he is on my side. His footsteps on my errand go, if I should such require. His prayers will plead in my behalf, if I should so desire. My words are safe within his breast as though within my own. His hand forever at my back, to safely help me home. Good councel whispers in my ear and warns me of any danger. By square and compass', Brothers Now! Who once would call me stranger. I might have lived a moral life and risen to distinction, without my brothers helping hand and fellowship, but G-d who knows how hard it is to resist life's temptations knows why I knelt where Hiram knelt.   |
