Let no king quite put off his crown;
I still would have him kingly when
In some old inn the king sat down
To banquet with his serving-men.
I love a mild and merry priest,
Whom Brother toast, and neighbours prod;
Yet I would have him, at the feast,
A little of the man of God.

So with a Mason: I would see
Him somewhat of a Mason still,
Though far from Lodge-rooms he may be,
In court, or counting-house, or mill.
Whatever garment he may doff,
What ark Masonic lay aside,
I would not have him quite put off
The Craft he lately glorified.

A soldier is a soldier though
He lays the sward aside awhile.
The time, the place, I do not know
Man may not serve, or may not smile.
I know no moment anywhere,
Whatever place the place may be,
A Mason may not always wear
A little of is Masonry.

Douglas Malloc