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Masonic Reminiscences

Today in Masonic History we present Masonic Reminiscences by Rob Morris.

Where: have we met my boys!
Let memory tell,
She knows It well;
Beneath the Eye Dlvine, -
Before the ghostly shrine, -
Around the festive board,
Where wit and wine were poured,
Bright wit and wine;-
At silent graves
Where 'Cassia waves;-
There have we met, my boys;
Hands round, old friends, let's meet again!

When have we met, my boys!
Let memory tell.
She knows It well;-
At midnight and at noon, -
Beneath the crescent moon, -
Through festive winter's night,-
Through day-hours long and bright,
Bright days of June;
And all the year
To us was dear;
Then have we met, my boys;
Hands round, old friends, let 'a meet again!

How have we met, my boys!
Let memory tell,
She knows It well;-
ln aprons blue and white,
And scarlet hues so bright,.-
In funeral black arrayed,
Token of one who prayed
On Calvary's height;
With Gavel stored,
Sceptre and Sword;
Thus have we met my boys;
Hands ronnd, old friends, let's meet again!

Why have we met, my boys!
Let memory tell,
She knows it well;-
To dry the widow's tear,-
The sorrowing heart to cheer,
To keep our life's design
Within the unerring line
of Him so dear;
With mirth and song
Life to prolong,-
For this we've met, my boys;
Hands round, old friends, let's meet again

Shall we not meet, my boys,
In Lodge above,
Tho Lodge of Love!
The Master waits us there
With many a lost and dear,-
And wages of the best,-
And for our toilings, rest.-
Full end of care;
The Croes lay down,
Take up the Crown.
And In the spirit-lodge, my boys,
Hands ronnd, old friends, let's meet again!