Classic Poem

ONO

Where is the true heart's Mother L ODGE !
Is't where, perchance, he earliest heard
The frightful voice, from rocky ledge,
Told of a horrid deed of blood?
Is't where his vision earliest saw
And hands enclasped that G OLDEN T HING ,
The symbol crowned, the wondrous L AW ,
Noblest creation of our King?

No; though in fancy he may turn,
In pleasing reminiscence back,
As happy hearts at times will yearn
To tread again youth's flowery track, —
The true heart's Mother L ODGE is found
Where truest, fondest hearts conspire
To draw love's deathless chain around,
And kindle up love's deathless fire.

Methinks that here , dear Friends, must be
O NO , the Craftsmen's happy V ALE ;
And you , true Laborer, brave and free,
The M ASTER in the peaceful dale!
So let me fancy, and when bowed
In daily adorations due,
I will entreat the Masons' God
To bless the Craftsmen here, and you!