Thoughts of a Mason’s Wife

Posted by on Sep 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

How many wives of Masons have ever given much thought, To the wonderful biblical lessons that Masonry has taught. Have you asked yourself this question, when you sit alone at night? While hubby is away at lodge: is my reasoning straight and right? I know the nights are lonely and long, but this question has come to me, “If my husband weren’t a Mason, what kind of man would he be?” I know nothing of their secret work, but this much I understand, That the lessons taught in Masonry have made a better man. “If my husband weren’t A Mason, what kind of man would he be?” They call us Masonic widows, I’ve been one for many a year, I’ve spoken my piece on lonely nights, and berated my hubby dear. But, then again, I regret my words, and with wisdom try to see, “If my husband weren’t a Mason, what kind of man would he be?” So I try to be a patient wife, as alone I meditate, And see his point, as he leaves for lodge, with these words, “I won’t be late”. Some say that men make Masonry, and this I understand, But, deep in my heart I still Maintain, “That Masonry makes the man.” And as we journey the highway together, to the inner things of life, May their teachings go on forever. Sincerely, A Masons Wife. (Author...

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Echoes

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Fine men have walked this way before, Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be; Whoever stands before the door, The sacred arch of Masonry, Stands where the wise, the great, the good, In their own time and place have stood. You are not Brother just with these, Your friends and neighbours; you are kin With Masons down the centuries; This room that now you enter in Has felt the tread of many feet, For here all Masonry you meet. You walk the path the great have trod, The great in heart, the great in mind, Who looked through Masonry to God, And looked through God to all mankind Learned more than word or sign or grip, Learned Man’s and God’s relationship. To him who sees, who understands, How mighty Masonry appears! A Brotherhood of many lands, A fellowship of many years, A Brotherhood, so great, so vast, Of all the Craft of all the past. And so I say a sacred trust Is yours to share, is yours to keep; I hear the voice of men of dust, I hear the step of men asleep; And down the endless future too, Your own shall echo after you. Douglas...

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Truth

Posted by on Jun 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

When touched by Truth’s immortal fire, How firm each purpose stands! Each wandering thought, each vain desire, Obeys its high commands; And ever, as the day rolls o’er, The holy feelings rise, To mark that future, cloudless shore, Beyond these stormy skies. How dear the kind, fraternal tie That binds each manly heart, Though sorrows fill the weeping eye, Or joys their charm impart! How dear, to Brothers good and true, The plighted word that tells Of trusting thoughts that spring anew Where’er a true heart dwells! The pledge that holds the willing ear, The whispered word that’s given Are kindly blessings gathered here, To ripen yet in Heaven; For He, whose promise never fails, Lights up the holy fire, To guide us on, through sorrow’s vales, And highest thoughts inspire. Let altars of immortal Truth Receive our willing vows, The fairest gem of hopeful youth, Or age that feebly bows: When years on years have calmly passed, And sorrows come no more, Be each true Brother found, at last, Upon a happier shore. Thomas Power, 1844 Past Grand Secretary Grand Lodge of...

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The Working Tools

Posted by on Apr 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

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...

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Wisdom Strength and Beauty

Posted by on Feb 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

When is a man a Mason? When he can look out over the rivers, the hills, and the far horizon with a profound sense of his own littleness in the vast scheme of things, and yet have faith, hope, and courage. When he knows that down in his heart every man is as noble, as vile, as divine, as diabolic, and as lonely as himself, and seeks to know, to forgive, and to love his fellow man. When he know how to sympathize with men in their sorrows, yea, even in their sins—knowing that each man fights a hard fight against many odds. When he has learned how to make friends and to keep them, and above all how to keep friends with himself. When he loves flowers, can hunt the birds without a gun, and feels the thrill of an old forgotten joy when he hears the laugh of a little child. When he can be happy and high-minded amid the meaner drudgeries of life. When star-crowned trees and the glint of sunlight on flowing waters subdue him like the thought of one much loved and long dead. When no voice of distress reaches his ears in vain, and no hand seeks his aid without response. When he finds good in every faith that helps any man to lay hold of higher things, and to see majestic meanings in life, whatever the name of that faith may be. When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something beyond sin. When he knows how to pray, how to love, how to hope. When he has kept faith with himself, with his fellow man, with his God; in his hand a sword for evil, in his heart a bit of a song—glad to live, but not afraid to die! In such a man, whether he be rich or poor, scholarly or unlearned, famous or obscure, Masonry has wrought her sweet ministry! Such a man has found the only real secret of Masonry, and the one which it is trying to give to all the world. Joseph Fort...

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Man – The Builder

Posted by on Jan 7, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Man has always been a builder, and nowhere has he shown himself more significantly than in the buildings he has created. When we stand before them—whether it be a mud hut, the house of a cliff-dweller stuck like the nest of a swallow on the side on a canyon, a Pyramid, a Parthenon, or a Pantheon—we seem to read into his soul. The builder may have gone, perhaps ages before, but here he has left something of himself, his hopes, his fears, his idea, his dreams. Even in the remote recesses of the Andes, amidst the riot of nature, and where man is now a mere savage, we come upon the remains of vast, vanished civilizations, where art and science and religion reached unknown heights. Wherever humanity has lived and wrought, we find the crumbling remains of towers, temples and tombs, monument of its industry and its aspiration. Also, whatever else man may have been—cruel, tyrannous, vindictive—his buildings always have a reference to religion. They bespeak a vivid sense of the Unseen and his awareness to it. Of a truth, the story of the Tower of Babel is more than a myth. Man has ever been trying to build to heaven, embodying his prayer and his dream in brick and stone. Here, then, are the real foundations of Masonry, both material and moral: in the deep need and aspiration of man and his creative impulse; in his instinctive faith, his quest of the Ideal, and his love of the Light. Underneath all his building lay the feeling, prophetic of his last and highest thought, that the earthly house of his life should be in right relation with its heavenly prototype, the world-temple—imitating on earth the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. And as he wrought his faith and dream into reality, it was but natural that the tools of the builder should become emblems of the thought of the thinker. Not only his tools, but, the very stones with which he worked became sacred symbols—the temple itself a vision of the House of Doctrine, that Home of the Soul, which, though unseen, he is building in the midst of the years. Joseph Fort...

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Our Brethren At The Front

Posted by on Dec 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

God of our Fathers, at Whose call, We now before Thine altar fall; Whose grace can make our Order strong, Through love of right and hate of wrong, We pray thee in They pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield. Asleep, beneath Thine ample dome, With many a tender dream of home; Or charging, in the dust and glare, With bullets hurtling through the air, We pray Thee in Thy pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield. O soon, Thou Blessed Prince of Peace, Bring in the days when War shall cease, And men and brother shall unite To fill the world with love and light, We pray thee in Thy pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield....

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Presenting The Lambskin Apron

Posted by on Nov 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Light and white are its leathern folds; And a priceless lesson its texture holds. Symbol it is, as the years increase, Of the paths that lead through the fields of Peace. Type it is of the higher sphere, Where the deeds of the body, ended here, Shall one by one the by-way be To pass the gates of eternity. Emblem it is of a life intense, Held aloof from the work of sense; Of the upright walk and the lofty mind, Far from the dross of Earth inclined. Sign it is that he who wears Its sweep unsullied, about him bears That which should be to mind and heart, A set reminder of his art. So may it ever bring to thee The high resolves of Purity. Its spotless field of shining white, Serve to guide thy steps aright; Thy daily life, in scope and plans, Be that of the strong and upright man. And signal shall the honour be Unto those who wear it worthily. Receive it thus to symbolize Its drift, in the life that before thee lies. Badge as it is of a great degree, Bit it chart and compass unto thee. FAY...

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The Building Code

Posted by on Sep 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Our ancient brethren used their tools With confidence and skill; Though centuries have passed away, Their works are standing still; With admiration and with awe, Our hearts and souls they thrill. They called in Wisdom to conceive And execute the plan; Then Strength to make the structure sure When first the work began; Then Beauty to adorn and make A monument to man: So we, who build in later days, Still use the self-same tools, Still follow through the Master-Plan, Still use the self-same rules, Still work with diligence and skill, As did the Ancient Schools; Would use the Plumb for rectitude As day by day goes by, The Level to remind us all That we must lowly be, That right and true our work may prove When we the Square apply; No longer work with wood and stone, But rather, with the mind We would erect a dwelling-place Wherein our souls may find A quiet and a holy rest At peace with all mankind; And so, as we continually build These dwellings for the soul, Would work with Wisdom and with Strength, Perchance to reach the goal; Then crown our work with Beauty rare To make the perfect whole. Montford C....

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Echoes

Posted by on Aug 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Fine men have walked this way before, Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be; Whoever stands before the door, The sacred arch of Masonry, Stands where the wise, the great, the good, In their own time and place have stood. You are not Brother just with these, Your friends and neighbours; you are kin With Masons down the centuries; This room that now you enter in Has felt the tread of many feet, For here all Masonry you meet. You walk the path the great have trod, The great in heart, the great in mind, Who looked through Masonry to God, And looked through God to all mankind Learned more than work or sign or grip, Learned Man’s and God’s relationship. To him who sees, who understands, How mighty Masonry appears! A Brotherhood of many lands, A fellowship of many years, A Brotherhood, so great, so vast, Of all the Craft of all the past. And so I say a sacred trust Is yours to share, is yours to keep; I hear the voice of men of dust, I hear the step of men asleep; And down the endless future too, Your own shall echo after you. Douglas Malloch...

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