Classic Poem

One hour with you, one hour with you,
No doubt, nor care, nor strife,
Redeems a day of sin and woe,
And gives new zest to life.

One hour with you , and you , and you ,
Bright links in mystic chain —
Oh may we oft these joys renew,
And often meet again!

Your eyes with love's own language free
Your hand grip , strong and true,
Your voice , your heart do welcome me
To spend an hour with you.

I come when morning skies are bright,
To work my Mason's due —
To labor is my chief delight,
And spend an hour with you.

I go when evening gilds the West,
I breathe the fond adieu.
But hope again, by fortune blest,
To spend an hour with you.

And if, perchance, the page is closed
On which my life is given,
I would beseech the Mason's God
That we may meet in H EAVEN !

In H EAVEN with you , and you , and you ,
To join the blissful strain;
Oh may we there these joys renew
And meet in H EAVEN again!