For as Masons there rest upon us the Compulsion Of Love.
Then foot to foot, knee to knee,
true brothers we should be.
With hand to back, and breast to breast,
each striving still to do his best.
Will whisper words of hope and cheer,
with cheek to cheek and mouth to ear.
To stretch the liberal hand,
and pour the stream of gladness,
over misery�s withered stand.
To cheer the heart of sadness,
to dry the orphan�s tear,
and sooth the heart nigh broken,
to breathe in sorrows ear,
kind words in kindness spoken.
This is the Mason�s bounden duty.
This is the Mason�s heart.
In wisdom, strength and beauty.