Inscriptions For a Lodge Room

EAST .

Erect before Thee,
 A hand upon Thy Word ,
We thus adore Thee,
 And swear to serve Thee, Lord!

WEST .

So mote it be—each murmuring word
Speaks the soul's earnest, deep accord,
And echoes, from its inmost sea,
A deep A MEN, SO MOTE IT BE !

SOUTH .

Ye faithful, weave the chain!
Join hand in hand again:
The world is filled with violence and blood!
Hark to the battle cry!
Hark to the answering sigh!
Come weave the chain admired of man and God!
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