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The Poetic Works of Silas H. Shepherd

The Royal Art

Thou, Royal Art, in splendor clothed
By verse and learned orator extolled
What is thy power o′er men so frail?
Where is thy wisdom ne′er assailed?

Is it in mystic rites and form
Or legends to which all conform,
That men find satisfaction rare,
And in it's ceremonies share?

It never could the wise attract
By mystic rite or tragic act
Did not some power in secret lie
Hidden from all but worthy eye.

Its secret most profound and rare
All worthy men may likewise share.
It welcomes men with motives pure
It helps to make their lives secure.

It feeds, with Truth, the hungry soul
It lights the darkness to the goal,
Where Father waits His souls to meet,
Who as a brother fellows greet.

It clears the air of doubt and fear,
It gives to life delight and cheer,
It makes the Brotherhood of Man
A consummation of His Plan.

Let us Honor George Washington

Let us honor a Brother who squared every deed
By the purest of motive his conscience decreed.
His claim to our gratitude surely was earned
By service to every great truth he had learned.
In youth as Apprentice, he studied the needs
Of life and of conduct. and all moral creeds.

He applied them in manhood to country and state
To policies powerful and ideals great.
He lived for the good of a people, a race
His memory cherishedno foe can we trace.
He conquered in war and in peace was devoid
Of the strife of party we seldom avoid.

In age he grew wise in the ways that bring peace
And from strife and conflict the people release.
Let us honor his virtues and fortitude rare!
Let us follow the leader and with him compare!
He has laid a design both perfect and true
It remains for all Masons to carry it through.

Labor

He who acts upon the Square
Will always well with all compare.
The Mason uses tools of love
To build a Temple planned above.
The Gauge he constantly employs
To measure work and limit joys.
The Plumb imbues his soul and heart
With love Divine and sacred art.
The Level guides his daily act
And makes good fellowship a fact.
If we employ these tools each day
A beautiful Temple will be our pay.

I Am

I am a living soul
My body is but dust
And only useful as a tool
To do the work at hand.

I am a child of God,
And needs must feel
obedience to His laws,
And carry out His Plan.

I am a brother of mankind,
And owe to them my Love
Else His first law is broken
By mine guilt.

I am the master of my fate,
For as a living soul,
There is no limitation
To that which I may do.

Building

Do you try to conquer error,
And to live the life ordained?
Do you banish selfish wishes,
As in higher spheres attained?

Do you try to practice virtue
For its own dear sake alone,
And not set the double standard
But judge others by your own?

Do you try to make life brighter
By your sunny smiles and cheers,
And develop joy and gladness
As you grow in Light and years?

Do you square your every action
By the square the Master used
And build a noble mansion
In this body you′ve abused?

If you live a life of effort
The result can never fail
To develop power and glory
Ere you end this earthly trail.

Brothers All

In the Lodge we meet the fellows,
Who, in other walks of life,
We would seldom ever contact,
And then perhaps in strife.
They are men of every leaning
Whom we good and honest call,
And the splendid thing about it
Is, that we are Brothers All.

They are men of every station
Some are rich and some are poor
But they all are full of friendship
And of service have a store.
We may differ in our methods,
But our objects we recall
And it binds us in a labor
And it makes us Brothers All.

They are men of truth and honor
Trusting always in the right
Seeking always further light.
What a power for perfect justice!
How can failure e′er befall
Such a firmly founded body
For the Lodge makes Brothers All?

Labor

Just a quiet little lodge-room,
But a mighty force for good
With its loyal band of members
Learning more of brotherhood
Striving, stumbling, but progressing
Down a pathway toward the right
Just a humble bunch of plain folks,
Reaching, seeking for the light.
Just a quiet little lodge-room
How it stirs the heart and soul
With the thrill of great endeavor
Toward a high and common goal
With each pledge of faith and courage
To maintain the forwand fight,
On the road that leads them onward
Ever onward to the light!
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