Always a Mason
By Douglas Malloch
Let no king quite put off his crown!
I still would have him kingly when
In some old inn the king sat down
To banquet with his serving–men.
I love a mild and merry priest,
Whom Brothers toast, and neighbors prod
Yet would I have him, at the feast,
A little of the man of God.
So with a Mason: I would see
Him somewhat of a Mason still,
Though far from Lodge–rooms he may be,
In court, or counting–house, or mill.
Whatever garment he may doff,
What mark Masonic lay aside,
I would not have him quite put off
The Craft he lately glorified.
A soldier is a soldier, though
He lays the sword aside awhile.
The time, the place, I do not know
Man may not serve, or my not smile.
I know no moment anywhere,
Whatever place the place may be,
A Mason may not always wear
A little of his Masonry.
I still would have him kingly when
In some old inn the king sat down
To banquet with his serving–men.
I love a mild and merry priest,
Whom Brothers toast, and neighbors prod
Yet would I have him, at the feast,
A little of the man of God.
So with a Mason: I would see
Him somewhat of a Mason still,
Though far from Lodge–rooms he may be,
In court, or counting–house, or mill.
Whatever garment he may doff,
What mark Masonic lay aside,
I would not have him quite put off
The Craft he lately glorified.
A soldier is a soldier, though
He lays the sword aside awhile.
The time, the place, I do not know
Man may not serve, or my not smile.
I know no moment anywhere,
Whatever place the place may be,
A Mason may not always wear
A little of his Masonry.