Always a Mason Let no king quite put off his crown! I still would have him kingly when In some old inn the king sat down To banquet with his serving-men. I love a mild and merry priest, Whom Brothers toast, and neighbors prod; Yet would I have him, at the feast, A little of the man of God. So with a Mason: I would see Him somewhat of a Mason still, Though far from Lodge-rooms he may be, In court, or counting-house, or mill. Whatever garment he may doff, What mark Masonic lay aside, I would not have him quite put off The Craft he lately glorified. A soldier is a soldier, though He lays the sword aside awhile. The time, the place, I do not know Man may not serve, or may not smile. I know no moment anywhere, Whatever place the place may be, A Mason may not always wear A little of his Masonry. |
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