Classic Poem

For two score years the brain and pen
Of one of our own noblemen
 Have graced the Trestle Board;
Treasures of prose and poetry,
Peculiar for the Masons free,
 Their precious yield outpoured.

If from them all but few be sought,
From them then best the wreath be wrought
 To deck the writer's head;
It needs not volumes to compose
A scroll of soulful worth that goes
 To show where merit led.

The “tried and true” of forty years
Experienced! what hopes and fears
 Inspired the Craftmen's mind!
“The Master Cometh” to afford
“The Utterances of the Sword”
 And “Masons' Auld Lang Syne.”

In that he gave “One Hour with You,”
“Five Points of Fellowship” all true,
 With “Level, Plumb and Square,”
Frame but the Crown from these alone,
It serves, within the secret zone,
 His honor to declare.

Prove then such D OUBLE S CORE in sooth
His, both in point of Time and Truth,
 Who labored long and hard;
Recount his trophies hundreds o'er,
The Poet Craftsman's “double score”;
 God bless; God bless the Bard!