Classic Poem

The light your Lodge is blest to shed
Is “mystic” and divine!
The radiance by its influence shed
Each pious heart will win.

Its source is Deity ; it comes
Pure from the Eternal King,
And warm from those Celestial homes
Whence all our blessings spring.

Its rays are F AITH and holy H OPE ,
And boundless C HARITY ;
Three steps by which the soul goes up
To immortality.

Its glory is the praise of God;
Join, Brothers in that praise;
And when these thorny walks are trod,
To higher flights we'll raise.