Classic Poem

Blue — The C ELESTIAL . C OLOR

The o'erarching sky around our busy sphere
Looks down alike on every race of man;
Where'er our feet may wander, there appears
With morning blush and evening's crimsoning,
The sober B LUE prevailing over all.
So should a Mason's charity extend,
To every needy soul, unchecked by clime,
By nation unrestricted, and by tongue!
For where the destitute, there, too, is G OD ,
Calling us thither with an open hand,
To do His charity upon the poor.