The Model Mason

This poem was dedicated to Brother Phillip C. Tucker, Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of Vermont in the late 1850's.

There's a fine old Mason In the North, he's
     genial, wise, and true,
His list of brothers comprehends, dear Brother,
     me and you;
So warm's his heart the snow-blast fails to chill
     his generous blood,
And his hand Is like a giant's when outstretched
     to man or God;
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, has checked
     his course or dimmed his fame-
All honor to his name!

This fine old Mason is but one of a large family;
In every Lodge you'll find his kin, you'll find
     them two or three;
You'll know them when you see them, for they
     have their father's face,
A generous knack of speaking truth and doing
     good always:-
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, has checked
     their course or dimmed their fame -
Freemason Is their name!

Ah, many an orphan smiles upon the kindred as
     they pass;
And many a widow's prayers confess the sympathizing
     grace;
The Father of this Brotherhood himself doth
     smile to see
Their works - they're numbered all In heaven
     those deeds of charity!
Reproach nor blame, nor any shame, can check
     their course or dim their fame,-
All honor to their name!