A Masonic Poem from Brother Creg Bell, Senior Warden
By Bro. ROB. MORRIS
There’s a fine old Mason in the land, he’s genial, wise and true, His list of brothers comprehends, dear brothers, me and you;
So warm his heart the snow blast fails to chill his generous blood,
And his hand is like a giant’s when outstretched to man or GOD;
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, has checked his course or dimmed his fame
All honor to his name!
This fine old Mason is but one of a large family:
In every lodge you’ll find his kin, you’ll find them two or three;
You’ll know them when you see them, for they have their father’s face,
A generous knack of speaking truth and doing good always;
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, has checked their course or dimmed their fame –
Freemason is their name!
Ah, many an orphan smiles upon the kindred as they pass;
And many a widow’s prayers confess the sympathizing grace;
The FATHER of this Brotherhood himself is joyed to see
Their works -they’re numbered all in Heaven, those deeds of charity!
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, there check their course or dim their fame –
All honor to their name!