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Masonic Poems - O, Mother Lodge, We've Wandered Far
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On this section of our website, you will find a variety of poems and writings. They
will inspire, encourage, and enhance the messages of Morality and Fellowship which
are part of the roots of Masonry. The selection will change over time. If you would
like to submit a selection, please contact
W.B.. Robert Ceceri,
or Fill out our Submit a Poem Form.
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O, Mother Lodge, We've Wandered Far
By Br. Lawrence N. Greenleaf
(From Square & Compass, Denver, Colo, June, 1915)
O, Mother Lodge, we've wandered far,
And knocked at many a door,
Since first we wore thy Lambskin gift
And trod thy Checkered Floor.
And claimed our constant thought,
Till patient search at length revealed
Since first thy symbols met our gaze
The hidden truths they taught.
When heart at name of Brother thrilled,
And loyal but to thee,
We loved thy Square and Compass, and
Adored thy letter G.
The Chapter held recovered truths,
Why not possess the same,
That thought awoke a new desire,
And Fanned it into flame.
The honor sought at length was ours;
We read the Keystone's face
And saw the treasures long entombed,
Brought from their hiding place.
Another tie had bound our heart,
Another name had we,
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
Yet still we cling to thee
The Council next a votary claimed,
We passed within its door.
The Orders then of Knighthood took,
But still we craved for more,
The Scottish Rite's prolific brood
Rose temptingly to view,
We reveled in the mysteries
Expressed by 32.
At last the crowning honor came
With figure 33.
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
Yet still we cling to thee
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
From thy more simple ways,
Mid scenes of splendid pageantry
With glories all ablaze.
Where dulcet strains fall on our ear
And pealing anthems rung,
And wisdom of the antique world
Was voiced by silver tongue,
And yet, withal, true Son of Light
With vision clear to see,
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
Yet still we cling to thee
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
With longings vain possessed,
No higher jewel then the Square
Is worn on Mason's breast.
No higher badge than the first gift,
The Lambskin pure and white,
Thy Pointed Star ascendant is
O'er every grade and rite.
Between thy Pillars all must pass,
Or else must cease to be.
O, Mother Lodge, we've wondered far,
Yet still we cling to thee
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