The world may rail at Masonry,
And scoff at Square and Line,
We’ll follow with complacency
The Master’s great Design.
A king can make a gartered Knight
And breathe away another;
But he, with all his skill and might,
Can never make a Brother.
This power alone, thou Mystic Art,
Freemasonry, is thine:
The power to tame the savage heart
With brother-love divine!
The Masonic Fraternity is a single, indivisible fellowship which is neither divided nor affected by local or by national boundaries; like the sky it bends a single arch over the fifty or sixty countries in which it is at work, and that arch is nowhere broken into separate areas, nor does any country cut it into separate segments. A country is in the Fraternity, but the Fraternity is nowhere shut up inside a country. It has one set of Landmarks, one set of Degrees, one teaching for the whole world. It has a single membership, and it is into that membership that man enters when he is made a Mason. Masons differ as men from one country to another, they use different languages, the have different religions, but such differences have nothing to do with their Freemasonry; it is everywhere safe-same, one thing and one thing only, with single membership; its only boundaries are the boundaries of the world.