Post by taylorsman on Apr 10, 2006 7:41:04 GMT
You might like these. I found them on the Freemason Pride Website and reproduce them with their approval.
THE OLD MASTERS WAGES
I MET A DEAR OLD MAN TODAY
WHO WORE A MASONIC PIN
IT WAS OLD AND FADED LIKE THE MAN
IT'S EDGES WERE WORN AND THIN
I APPROACHED THE PARK BENCH WHERE HE SAT
TO GIVE THE OLD BROTHER HIS DO
I SAID, "I SEE YOU'VE TRAVELED EAST
HE SAID, "I HAVE, HAVE YOU"?
I SAID, I HAVE AND IN MY DAY
BEFORE THE ALL SEEING SUN
I PLAYED IN THE RUBBLE WITH JUBALA
JUBILO AND JUBALUM.
HE SHOUTED, DON'T LAUGH AT THE WORK MY SON
IT'S GOOD AND SWEET AND TRUE
AND IF YOU'VE TRAVELED AS YOU SAID
YOU SHOULD GIVE THESE THINGS A DUE.
THE WORK, THE SIGN, THE TOKEN,
THE SWEET MASONIC PRAYER.
THE VOW THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN
YOU HAVE CLIMBED THE INNER STAIR.
THE WAGES OF A MASON
ARE NEVER PAID IN GOLD
BUT THE GAIN COMES FROM CONTENTMENT
WHEN YOU'RE WEAK AND GROWING OLD.
YOU SEE I'VE CARRIED MY OBLIGATIONS
FOR ALMOST 50 YEARS
IT HAS HELPED ME THROUGH THE HARDSHIPS
AND THE FAILURES FULL OF TEARS.
NOW I'M LOSING MY MIND AND BODY
DEATH IS NEAR BUT I DON'T DESPAIR
I'VE LIVED MY LIFE UPON THE LEVEL
AND I'M DYING ON THE SQUARE
SOMETIMES THE GREATEST LESSONS
ARE THOSE THAT ARE LEARNED ANEW
AND THE OLD MAN IN THE PARK TODAY
HAS CHANGED MY POINT OF VIEW
TO ALL MY MASONIC BROTHERS
THE ONLY SECRET IS TO CARE
MAY YOU LIVE UPON THE LEVEL
AND PART UPON THE SQUARE.
Square and Compass Gold
Those men who help my dad each day,
They wear those mason rings.
A Square and Compass set in gold,
The praise of which I sing.
My dad, he hurt his back you know,
One cold and wintery day.
He slipped and fell upon the ice,
The insurance would not pay.
And since that time those rings I see,
On hands that help us much.
With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
Each day my heart they touch.
They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree.
Where all the neighbor kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.
My Mom she cried from happiness,
The time the Masons came.
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.
And when I'm big, just like my dad,
Of this it must be told.
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.
Long years have passed since when
My dad was in that plaster cast.
And since I swore that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.
But more than that I'm proud to say,
I wear his Mason ring.
The one dad wore for many years,
Until his death this spring.
And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping mother.
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.
And after which MY son did ask,
About their Aprons white.
And of the rings upon their hands.
Of gold so shiny bright.
With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They're men of spirit pure.
Those men who wear those Mason rings,
Of that you can be sure.
And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold.
Someday I'll wear a ring like dad's,
A Square and Compass gold.
THE OLD MASTERS WAGES
I MET A DEAR OLD MAN TODAY
WHO WORE A MASONIC PIN
IT WAS OLD AND FADED LIKE THE MAN
IT'S EDGES WERE WORN AND THIN
I APPROACHED THE PARK BENCH WHERE HE SAT
TO GIVE THE OLD BROTHER HIS DO
I SAID, "I SEE YOU'VE TRAVELED EAST
HE SAID, "I HAVE, HAVE YOU"?
I SAID, I HAVE AND IN MY DAY
BEFORE THE ALL SEEING SUN
I PLAYED IN THE RUBBLE WITH JUBALA
JUBILO AND JUBALUM.
HE SHOUTED, DON'T LAUGH AT THE WORK MY SON
IT'S GOOD AND SWEET AND TRUE
AND IF YOU'VE TRAVELED AS YOU SAID
YOU SHOULD GIVE THESE THINGS A DUE.
THE WORK, THE SIGN, THE TOKEN,
THE SWEET MASONIC PRAYER.
THE VOW THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN
YOU HAVE CLIMBED THE INNER STAIR.
THE WAGES OF A MASON
ARE NEVER PAID IN GOLD
BUT THE GAIN COMES FROM CONTENTMENT
WHEN YOU'RE WEAK AND GROWING OLD.
YOU SEE I'VE CARRIED MY OBLIGATIONS
FOR ALMOST 50 YEARS
IT HAS HELPED ME THROUGH THE HARDSHIPS
AND THE FAILURES FULL OF TEARS.
NOW I'M LOSING MY MIND AND BODY
DEATH IS NEAR BUT I DON'T DESPAIR
I'VE LIVED MY LIFE UPON THE LEVEL
AND I'M DYING ON THE SQUARE
SOMETIMES THE GREATEST LESSONS
ARE THOSE THAT ARE LEARNED ANEW
AND THE OLD MAN IN THE PARK TODAY
HAS CHANGED MY POINT OF VIEW
TO ALL MY MASONIC BROTHERS
THE ONLY SECRET IS TO CARE
MAY YOU LIVE UPON THE LEVEL
AND PART UPON THE SQUARE.
Square and Compass Gold
Those men who help my dad each day,
They wear those mason rings.
A Square and Compass set in gold,
The praise of which I sing.
My dad, he hurt his back you know,
One cold and wintery day.
He slipped and fell upon the ice,
The insurance would not pay.
And since that time those rings I see,
On hands that help us much.
With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
Each day my heart they touch.
They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree.
Where all the neighbor kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.
My Mom she cried from happiness,
The time the Masons came.
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.
And when I'm big, just like my dad,
Of this it must be told.
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.
Long years have passed since when
My dad was in that plaster cast.
And since I swore that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.
But more than that I'm proud to say,
I wear his Mason ring.
The one dad wore for many years,
Until his death this spring.
And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping mother.
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.
And after which MY son did ask,
About their Aprons white.
And of the rings upon their hands.
Of gold so shiny bright.
With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They're men of spirit pure.
Those men who wear those Mason rings,
Of that you can be sure.
And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold.
Someday I'll wear a ring like dad's,
A Square and Compass gold.