THE MOTHER LODGE
          by: Rudyard Kipling

          There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail,
          An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
          An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,
          Our Master twice was 'e, With 'im that kept the Europe-shop, Old Framjee Eduljee.

          Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
          We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!

          We'd Bola Nath, Accountant, An' Saul the Aden Jew,
          An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman Of the Survey Office too;
          There was Babu Chuckerbutty, An' Amir Singh the Sikh,
          An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds, The Roman Catholick!

          We 'adn't good regalia, An' our Lodge was old an' bare,
          But we knew the Ancient Landmarks, An' we kep' 'em to a hair;
          An' lookin' on it backwards It often strikes me thus,
          There ain't such things as infidels, Excep', per'aps, it's us.

          For monthly, after Labour, We'd all sit down and smoke
          (We dursn't give no banquits, Lest a Brother's caste were broke),
          An' man on man got talkin' Religion an' the rest,
          An' every man comparin' Of the God 'e knew the best.

          So man on man got talkin', An' not a Brother stirred
          Till mornin' waked the parrots An' that dam' brain-fever-bird;
          We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious, An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed,
          With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva Changin' pickets in our 'ead.

          Full oft on Guv'ment service This rovin' foot 'ath pressed,
          An' bore fraternal greetin's To the Lodges east an' west,
          Accordin' as commanded From Kohat to Singapore,
          But I wish that I might see them In my Mother-Lodge once more!

          I wish that I might see them, My Brethren black an' brown,
          With the trichies smellin' pleasant An' the hog-darn passin' down; [Cigar-lighter.]
          An' the old khansamah snorin' [Butler.]
          On the bottle-khana floor, [Pantry.]
          Like a Master in good standing With my Mother-Lodge once more!

          Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
          Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
          We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
          An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
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          Ideal of a Freemason

            If you see a man who quietly and modestly moves in the sphere of his life; who, without blemish, fulfils his duty as a man, a subject, a husband and a father; who is pious without hypocrisy, benevolent without ostentation, and aids his fellowman without self-interest; whose heart beats warm for friendship, whose serene mind is open for licensed pleasures, who in vicissitudes does not despair, nor in fortune will be presumptuous, and who will be resolute in the hour of danger;

            The man who is free from superstition and free from infidelity; who in nature sees the finger of the Eternal Master; who feels and adores the higher destination of man; to whom faith, hope and charity are not mere words without any meaning; to whom property, nay even life, is not too dear for the protection of innocence and virtue, and for the defense of truth;

            The man who towards himself is a severe judge, but who is tolerant with the debilities of his neighbour; who endeavours to oppose errors without arrogance, and to promote intelligence without impatience; who properly understands how to estimate and employ his means; who honours virtue though it may be in the most humble garment, and who does not favour vice though it be clad in purple; and who administers justice to merit whether dwelling in palaces or cottages.

            The man who, without courting applause, is loved by all noble-minded men, respected by his superiors and revered by his subordinates; the man who never proclaims what he has done, can do, or will do, but where need is will lay hold with dispassionate courage, circumspect resolution, indefatigable exertion and a rare power of mind, and who will not cease until he has accomplished his work, and then, without pretension, will retire into the multitude because he did the good act, not for himself, but for the cause of good!

            If you, my Brethren meet such a man, you will see the personification of brotherly love, relief and truth; and you will have found the ideal of a Freemason.

            Written in 1876 by M.W.Bro. Otto Klotz, honourary Past Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of Canada in the Province of Ontario.


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