ST. ALBAN LODGE NO. 529

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LAST NIGHT I KNELT WHERE HIRAM KNELT

Author: Pat M. Armstrong

 

Last night I knelt where Hiram knelt
  And took an obligation,
Today I'm closer to my God,
  And I'm a Master Mason.

Tho' heretofore my fellow men
  Seemed each one like the other,
Today I search each one apart;
  I'm looking for "my brother."

And, as I feel his 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 help me safely Home.

Good counsel whispers in my ear
  And warns of any danger;
By square and compass, Brother now!
  Who once would call me stranger.

I might have lived a moral life
  and risen to distinction
Without my Brother's helping hand
  And fellowship of Masons.

But God, who knows how hard it is
  To resist life's temptations,
Knows why I knelt where Hiram Knelt
  And took that obligation.

The Masonic Ring

Author Unknown

 

Those men who help my dad each day,

They wear those mason rings.

A Square and Compass set in gold,

The praise of which I sing.

My Dad, he hurt his back you know,

One cold and wintry day.

He slipped and fell upon the ice,

The insurance would not pay.

And since that time those rings I see,

On hands that help us much.

With mowing lawns and hauling trash,

Each day my heart they touch.

They even built a house for me,

Amid our backyard tree.

Where all the neighbour kids,

Would play with laughter full of glee.

My Mom she cried from happiness,

The time the Masons came.

To aid our family in distress,

Without a thought of gain.

And when I'm big, just like my Dad,

Of this it must be told.

I want to wear a ring like his,

A Square and Compass gold.

Long years have passed since when,

My Dad was in that plaster cast.

And since I swore that Solemn Oath,

Which unites us to the last.

But more than that I'm proud to say,

I wear his Mason ring.

The one Dad wore for many years,

Until his death this spring.

And one last time his comrades came,

To aid my weeping Mother.

They praised and bid a fond farewell,

To our fallen Brother.

And after which my Son did ask,

About their Aprons white.

And the rings upon their hands,

Of gold so shiny bright.

With tearful eyes I said with pride,

They're men of spirit pure.

Those men who wear those Mason rings,

Of that you can be sure.

And before he went to bed that night,

The family he foretold.

Someday I'll wear a ring like Dad's

A Square and Compass gold.  

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