Though heretofore my fellow men
Seemed each one like the other;

Today, I search each one apart
I’m looking for “MY BROTHER.”

And as I feel his friendly grip
It fills my heart with pride;

I know that while I’m on the square
That he is on my side.

His footsteps on my errand go,
If I should such require;

His prayers will plead in my behalf;
If I should so desire.

My words are safe within his breast,
As though within my own;

His hand forever at my back,
To help me safely home.

Good counsel whisper in my ear,
And warns of any danger.

My square and compass, Brother now,
Who once would call me stranger.

I might have lived a normal life
And risen to distinctions;

Without my brothers helping hand,
And fellowship of Masons.

But God, who knows how hard it is
To resist life’s temptations,

Knows why I knelt where Hiram knelt;
And took an obligation