Classic Poem

Come, Comrades, let us build!
Our Mason hearts are filled
With fond solicitude and keen desire,
While musing o'er these heaps,
Whose every ashlar keeps
The stains of bloodshed and the marks of fire!

What though some voice would say
" Leave Salem to decay! "
Our Mason hearts were not instructed thus.
Let's work for Salem's Lord, —
And, Comrades, be assured
The God of Heaven, H E will prosper us!

With goodly Sword and bright,
With T ROWEL in the right,
Each hand is sanctified to God's employ;
Let's build , nor doubt that soon —
This weary labor done —
Our Mason hearts will feel the B UILDER'S joy!