Classic Poem

THE FELLOWCRAFT .

This Lodge of Five from Tyre came,
Their leader one of matchless fame;
All through the toiling seasons seven,
Their time upon the work was given.

This Lodge of Five from Joppa's shore
To Sion's hill have journeyed o'er;
The quarry's inmost crypt have traced,
Whence many a stone the wall has graced.

This Lodge of Five have reared the shaft
That on the eastward hails the Craft;
And well they ken each mystic line
That sanctifies the great Design .

This Lodge of Five with faith obey
The holy L AW and holy D AY ;
They bow in reverence when they see
The emblem of the D EITY .

This Lodge of Five , for honest toil,
Good wages have — Corn, Wine and Oil;
And, should a brother be in want,
They ne'er forget the covenant.

This Lodge of Five have nearly done
The glorious work so long begun;
They, homeward bound, right soon will see
Their M ASTER in eternity!