By Silas H. Shepherd
In the Lodge we meet the fellows, Who, in other walks of life,
We would seldom ever contact, And then perhaps in strife.
They are men of every leaning Whom we good and honest call,
And the splendid thing about it Is, that we are Brothers All.
They are men of every station Some are rich and some are poor
But they all are full of friendship And of service have a store.
We may differ in our methods, But our objects we recall
And it binds us in a labor And it makes us Brothers All.
They are men of truth and honor Trusting always in the right
Seeking always further light.
What a power for perfect justice! How can failure e′?er befall
Such a firmly founded body–– For the Lodge makes Brothers All?