Classic Poem

The Eastern Star that first arose
And moved to where the Infant lay,
Though faint its beams, has since illumed
The heathen world with perfect day;
And still, to all beneath the sun,
Its glorious light is moving on.

No holier name for Mason Lodge,
No worthier thought than Eastern Star!
And may the knowledge here diffused
Be spread o'er land and sea afar!
May each reflect the sacred ray
That moved to where the Infant lay!

Each perfect thought, each precept sure,
That makes our Craft almost divine,
From the blest Altar rising here,
In light and joy forever shine!
And in the world of bliss afar
Each Craftsman find the Eastern Star!