Classic Poem

Come, and let us seek the straying,
Lead him to the Shepherd back;
Come, the traveler's teet betraying,
Guide him from the dangerous track;
Come, a solemn voice reminds us —
Come, a mystic fetter binds us —
Masons, here your duties lie,
Hark, the poor and needy cry!

Come and help the worthy poor,
Starving for the needed bread;
From your well replenished store
Let your fellow-man be fed!
Bounties God to you supplieth,
To the poor He oft denieth.

Come where sorrow has her dwelling,
Comfort bring to souls distressed;
To the friendless mourner telling
Of the Rock that offers rest;
What would life be but for Heaven?
Come, to us the W ORD is given.

Band of Brothers, every nation
Hails your bright and Orient light!
Fervent, zealous, free, your station
Calls for deeds of noblest might!
Seek — the world is full of sorrow, —
Act — your life will end to-morrow.