Some examples of poems and poetry relating to the freemasons and freemasonry.
Masonic Poems
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 quite thin.
I approached the park bench where he sat, To give the old brother his due, I said, “I see you’ve travelled 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, Jubalo and Jubalum.”
He shouted, “Don’t laugh at the work my son, It’s good and sweet and true, And if you’ve travelled as you said, You should give these things their due.”
The word, the sign, the token, The sweet Masonic prayer, The vow that all have taken, Who’ve 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 fifty 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 upon 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 Masonic brothers, The only secret is to care, May you live your life upon the level, May you part upon the square.
The Lodge Where I Belong by Bro. Arthur R. Herrman
Though my Lodge may lack the splendor
Of a temple or a shrine,
Or possess the gaudy fixtures
That are classed as superfine-
Yet the fellowship it offers
Is in price beyond compare
And I wouldn’t trade it ever
For life’s treasures- rich or rare!
The hand-clasp firm, the word of cheer,
Oh, such meanings they impart:
The mystic ties of brotherhood
That links us, heart to heart!
You’d really have to travel far,
For the friendships quite so strong
As those one always finds right here
In the Lodge where I belong.
When all my earthly travels end,
And at last I’m borne to rest
Where mortal hands no longer toil
And I cease life’s endless quest
Why there’s nothing I’d like better-
Should I join the heavenly throng-
Then to meet with all the brothers
Of the Lodge where I belong