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Twelve, High Twelve

Today in Masonic History we present Twelve, High Twelve by Robert Morris.

Now we hail the Junior Warden,
Lo, his colnmn crowns the South!
Drop the heavy tools of labor,
Give the time to song and mirth.
TWELVE, HIGH TWELVE, the hour is sounding,
Noonday sun is in the sky;
'Come, the Social Lodge surrounding,
Filled with sympathy and joy.

Corn, that feeds the soul in fatness,
Oil, in radiant truth to shine,
Wine that sparkles in love-promptings,-
Come, ye weary ones and dine!
TWELVE, HIGH TWELVE, the hour is sounding,
Noonday sun is in the sky;
Come, the Social Lodge surrounding,
Filled with sympathy and joy.

How the Social Fire enkindles
These true souls on every side!
Could we ask for higher wages
Than our Master doth provide?
TWELVEl, HIGH TWELVE, the hour is sounding,
Noonday sun is in the sky;
Come, the Social Lodge surronnding,
Filled with sympathy and joy.

Lord Jehovah bless our meeting,
Thon this time of joy hath given!
'Tis for Thee we toll and labor,
Own our workmanship in heaven!
When HIGH TWELVE by death is sounded,
And eternal rest shall come,
Grant us bountiful refreshment
In thine Upper Lodge at home!