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"Are
You a Mason?"
I am one of a band,
Who will faithfully stand,
In the bonds of affection and love;
I have knocked at the door,
once wretched and poor,
And there for admission I stood.
By the help of a friend,
Who assistance did lend,
I succeeded an entrance to gain;
Was received in the West,
By command from the East,
But not without feeling some pain.
Here my conscience was taught,
With a moral quite fraught,
With sentiments hold and true;
The onward I traveled,
To have it unraveled,
What Hiram intended to do.
Very soon to the East,
I made my request,
And "light" by command did attend;
When lo! I perceived,
In due form revealed,
A Master, and Brother, and Friend.
For the widow distressed,
There's a cord in my breast,
For the helpless and orphan I feel:
And my sword I could draw,To maintain the pure law,
Which the duties of a Mason reveal.
Thus have I revealed,
(Yet wisely concealed),
What the "free and accepted" will know.
I am one of a band,
Who will faithfully stand,
As a Brother, wherever I go.
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