Classic Poem

To win the love of women to our cause,
The love of mother, sister, daughter, wife, —
To gain her admiration of our laws, —
This were the greatest triumph of our life;
For this " we well may work and well agree "
No emblem on our Trestle board so rife,
But would the brighter shine could we but see
On woman's breast its rays, that fount of purity.

Ladies, the hearts of Masons are sincere;
For you and yours we cheerful meet and toil;
We plan, in mystic gloom and silence here,
That which doth make the widow's heart to smile;
That which the mourner's sorrow doth beguile;
That which brings bounty to the fatherless,
And rescues innocence from plottings vile;
Your God and ours these charities do bless, —
Then lend your brightest smiles Freemasonry to grace.