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WHAT MAKES A MAN A MASON By George M. Free What makes a man a Mason, O brother of mine? It isn t the due guard, nor is it the sign, It isn t the jewel which hangs on your breast It isn t the apron in which you are dressed It isn t the step, nor the token, nor the grip, Nor lectures that fluently flow from the lip, Nor yet the possession of that mystic word On five points of fellowship duly conferred. Though these are essential, desirable, fine, They don t make a Mason, O brother of mine. That you to your sworn obligation are true `Tis that, brother mine, makes a Mason of you. Secure in your heart you must safeguard and trust, With lodge and with brother be honest and just, Assist the deserving who cry in their need, Be chaste in your thought, in your word and your deed. Support he who falters, with hope banish fear, And whisper advice in an erring one s ear. Then will the Great Lights on your path brightly shine, And you ll be a Mason, O brother of mine. Your use of life s hours by the gauge you must try, The gavel of vices with courage apply; Your walk must be upright, as shown by the plumb, On the level, to bourn whence no travelers come, The Book of your faith be the rule and the guide, The compass your passions shut safely inside; The stone which the Architect placed in your care Must pass the strict test of His unerring square. And then you will meet with approval divine, And you ll be a Mason, O brother of mine.  I SEE YOU`VE TRAVELED SOME Whereveryou may chance to be Wherever you may roam, Far away in foreign lands; Orjust at Home Sweet Home; It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum Just to hear the words of cheer, "I see you`ve traveled some." When you get a brother`s greeting, And he takes you by the hand, It thrills you with a feeling that you cannot understand, You feel that bond of brotherhood that tie that`s sure to come When you hear him say in a friendly way "I see you`ve traveled some." And if you are a stranger, In strange lands all alone If fate has left you stranded Dead broke and far from home, It thrills you--makes you numb, When he says with a grip of fellowship, "I see you`ve traveled some." And when your final summons comes, To take a last long trip, Adorned with Lambskins Apron White and gems of fellowship The tiler at the Golden Gate, With square and rule and plumb Will size up your pin and say "Walk In", "I see you`ve traveled some." Author unknown |
