Classic Poem

Never slight a hailing brother —
Be it Blue or Gray he wear;
Never ask his creed or country,
So he's faithful to the Square;
Only know he's true and faithful
To the solemn vow he swore,
And then a generous hand extend him
As in peaceful days of yore.

Sad the strife, and fearful, Brother,
Almost hopeless seems the end;
Some have felt its utmost horror,
In the loss of home and friend;
Yet the fire and shot have left us
Even stronger than we were —
And oh! this day Freemasons conquer,
Faithful, faithful to the Square .

When sweet peace shall bless us, Brother,
And the fire and shot have ceased,
Then we'll strive not to remember
All the cruel things that passed;
But there's one thing we'll forget not,
While a memory we bear;
It is the sacred tie so cherished
By the Brothers of the Square .