Classic Poem

So mote it be with us when life shall end,
And from the East the Lord OF L IGHT shall bend
And we, our six days' labor fully done,
Shall claim our wages at the M ASTER'S throne.

So mote it be with us; that when the Square,
That perfect implement, with heavenly care,
Shall be applied to every block we bring,
No fault shall see our M ASTER and our K ING .

So mote it be with us; that though our days
Have yielded little to the M ASTER'S praise,
The little we have builded may be proved
To have the marks our first G RAND M ASTER loved!

So mote it be with us; we are but weak;
Our days are few; our trials who can speak?
But sweet is our communion while we live,
And rich rewards the M ASTER deigns to give.

Let's toil, then, cheerfully, let's die in hope;
The WALL in wondrous grandeur riseth up;
They who come after shall the work complete,
And they and we receive the wages meet.