Let us be true, — each Working Tool
The Master places in our care
Imparts a stern but wholesome rule
To all who work and journey here
The Architect divine has used
The Plumb, the Level and the Square.
Let us be wise the Level see!
How certain is the doom of man!
So humble should Freemasons be
Who work within this narrow span
No room for pride and vanity
Let wisdom rule our every plan.
Let us be just behold the Square!
Its pattern deviates no part
From that which, in the Master’s care,
Tries all the angles of the heart.
O sacred implement divine,
Blest emblem of Masonic art!
Let us be true the unerring Plumb,
Dropped from the unseen Master’s hand,
Rich fraught with truthfulness has come,
To bid us rightly walk and stand
That the All-seeing Eye of God
May bless us from the heavenly land.
Dear friend, whose generous heart I know,
Whose virtues shine so far abroad, —
Long may you linger here below,
To share what friendship may afford!
Long may the Level, Plumb and Square,
Speak forth through you the works of God.