Founding Lodges of STABILITYINHERTS 9102
its been awhile so i am making a new page on the founding lodges and a bfief history all will be revealed soon
JAMES TERRY/SPONSER ANTHONY SAYER/ NEPTUNE/22 PANMURE/715
Rudyard Kipling -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Are your glasses all charged in the West and the South?' the Worshipful Master cried! 'All charged in the West' 'All charged in the South' Came the Wardens' prompt reply. Then to our final toast tonight, our glasses freely drain, Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. The mason’s social brotherhood around the festive board, Reveals a truth more precious far, than any miser’s hoard. We freely share the bounteous gifts, that generous hearts contain, Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. We meet as masons free and true, and when our work is done, The merry song and social glass is not unduly won. And only at our farewell pledge is pleasure mixed with pain, Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. Amidst our mirth we drink to all poor masons o'er the Earth, On every shore our flag of love is gloriously unfurled. We prize each Brother, fair or dark, who bears no moral stain, Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. We Masons prize that noble truth, the Scottish peasant told, That rank is but a guinea stamp: The man himself the gold. We meet the rich and poor alike, the equal rights maintain, Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. Dear brethren of the mystic tie, the night is waning fast, Our work is done, our feast is o'er, this toast must be the last. Good night to all, once more good night, again that farewell strain, (Response) Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pocket, heart, hand (Repeat 3 times with gestures) Here’s to the sons of the widow Whenever, wherever they roam A speedy relief to their afflictions And if they desire, a speedy return to their home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To all poor and distressed Masons, wherever dispersed over the face of Earth and Water, wishing them a speedy relief from all their sufferings, and a safe return to their native country; should they so desire it.
IN HONOUR OF ALL OUR FIGHTING MEN AND WOMAN THAT NEVER CAME HOME
For The FallenWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
