It is not ornamental, the cost is not so great,
As a lad I wondered just what it all meant,
And some winter nights she said: "What makes you go
"Forty years I have seen the same things, it is true.
Years later I stood at that very same door,
That the spotless white lambskin that all Freemasons revere,
I learned that True Brotherhood flourishes there,
So Honor the lambskin, may it always remain
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There are other things far more useful, yet truly here I do state:
Though of all my possessions, there's none which can compare,
With that white leathern apron, which all Freemasons wear.
When Dad hustled around, and so much time was spent,
On shaving and dressing and looking just right,
Until Mother would say: "There's a Lodge meeting tonight."
Way up there tonight through the sleet and the snow?
You see the same things every month of the year."
Then Dad would reply: "Yes, I know, my Dear."
And, though they are old, they always seem so new.
For the hands that I clasp, and the friends that I greet,
Seem a little bit closer each and every time we meet."
With good men and true who had entered before.
I knelt at the altar, and there I was taught
That Virtue and Honor can never be bought.
If worthily worn grows more precious each year.
That Service to others brings blessings untold;
That without it man may be poor even when surrounded by gold.
That enmities fade beneath the Compass and Square,
That wealth and position are all thrust aside,
As there on the Level Brethren meet and peacefully abide.
Forever unblemished, and free from all stain.
And when we are called to the Great Father's love,
May we all take our place in the Celestial Lodge up above.
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