The Letter G
By Harry Carr
He entered the Lodge, and filled each Chair,
He was sent to the East, and presided there,
He could give the lectures of each degree
But, then he fell down on the Letter G.
Yes, he said each head must In honor bow,
But, out of the Lodge, he forgot, somehow
And from his careless and prayerless lip,
The name of Jehovah would often slip.
He recited the Lecture, with solemn tone,
When the Letter G to the Lodge was shown,
But, we knew at once why the world did scoff,
When it heard this man with his apron off.
The Fellowcraft too, when the Lodge was through,
Listened as you and I would do
And the work, though finely exemplified,
Was spoiled by the talk in the room outside.
For no one did as the Master said,
Not a humble bow from a single head
So the Fellowcraft thought, as he said goodnight,
I'll just talk as before, it will be all right.
If Masonry does what we claim for it,
We should guard our tongues, lest we forget
To use that Great High name with care,
While at work, at play, or engaged in prayer.
For the world is watching both you and me,
To see if we honor the Letter G
And our lives and teachings they compare.
To see if they're Plumb, and on the Square.
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