Classic Poem

Moon — Nocturnal R ULER .

Thy gentle face calls up the parted years,
Guide of the evening, M OON , the Mason's sun.
Led by thy light, the woodland paths were filled
With cheerful voice — the stilly night was moved
With feet fraternal, thronging to the Lodge,
Sweet M OON , thou peered upon our mysteries,
But saw no motion but what God could bless;
Bending toward the West thy silver light
Admonished of the midnight hour, and led
The happy Craftsmen to domestic joys.