Classic Poem

The folts of life are many,
As we dash along the track;
The ways are rough and rugged,
And our bones they sorely rack.
We're tossed about,
We're in and out,
We make a mighty pother —
Far less would be
Our pains, if we
Would lean toward each other!

Behold that loving couple,
Just mated for their life —
What care they for the joltings,
That happy man and wife!
The cars may jump,
Their heads may bump
And jostle one another;
They only smile,
And try the while
To lean toward each other!

Woe to the luckless pilgrim,
Who journeys all alone!
Well said the wise King Solomon, —
" Two better is than one! "
For when the ground's
Most rugged found,
And great's the pain and pother,
He cannot break
The sorest shake
By leaning toward another!

There's not one in ten thousand,
Of all the cares we mourn
But what if 'twas divided ,
Might easily be borne!
If we'd but learn,
When fortunes turn,
To share them with a Brother,
We'd prove how good's
Our Brotherhood,
By leaning toward each other!

Then, Masons, take my counsel —
The Landmarks teach you so —
Share all the joltings fairly,
As down the track you go!
Yes, give and take
Of every shake,
With all the pain and pother,
And thus you'll prove
Your Mason's love,
By leaning toward each other!