Let us be true, —each Working Tool
The Master places in our care
Imparts a stern but wholesome rule,
To all who work and journey here;
The Architect Divine has used
The Plumb, the Level and the Square.

Let use be wise; the Level, see!
How certain is the doom of man!
So humble should Freemasons be
Who work within this narrow span;
No room for pride and vanity—
Let wisdom rule our every plan.

Let us be just; behold the Square!
Its pattern deviates no part
From that which, in the Master’s care,
Tries all the angles of the heart,
O sacred implement divine,—
Blest emblem of Masonic art!

Let us be true; the unerring Plumb,
Dropped from the unseen Master’s hand,
Rich-fraught with truthfulness has come,
To bid us rightly walk and stand;
That the All-seeing Eye of God
May bless us from the heavenly land.

Dear friend, who generous heart I know,
Whose virtues shine so far abroad,—
Long may you linger here below,
To share what friendship may afford!
Long may the Level, Plumb and Square
Speak forth by you the works of God.

Rob Morris