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The Ashlar R Vol. XV Issue II
I Sat In Lodge With You - Poem By Wilbur D. Nesbit

There is a saying filled with cheer, With this: "I sat in lodge with you."
Which calls a man to fellowship.
It means as much for him to hear So you, my brother, now and then
As lies within the brother grip. Have often put me in your debt
By showing forth to other men
Nay, more! It opens wide the way That you your friends do not forget.
To friendliness sincere and true;
There are no strangers when you say When all the world seems gray and cold
To me: "I sat in lodge with you." And I am weary, worn and blue
Then comes this golden thought I hold
When that is said, then I am known; You said: "I sat in lodge with you."
There is no questioning nor doubt;
I need not walk my path alone When to the last great Lodge you fare
Nor from my fellows be shut out. My prayer is that I may be
One of your friends who wait you there
Those words hold all of brotherhood Intent your smiling face to see.
And help me face the world anew
There's something deep and rich and good We, with the warden at the gate,
In this: "I sat in lodge with you." Will have a pleasant task to do;
We'll call, though you come soon or late:
Though in far lands one needs must roam "Come in! We sat in lodge with you!"
By sea and shore and hill and plain,
Those words bring him a touch of home
And lighten tasks that seem in vain.
Men's faces are no longer strange
But seem as those he always knew
When some one brings the joyous change
The Treasurer's Request - Poem By Anon.

Forget the hasty, unkind word:
Forget the slander you have heard;
Forget the quarrel and the cause;
Forget the whole affair, because,
Forgetting is the only way.
Forget the storm of yesterday;
Forget the knocker, and the squeak;
Forget the bad day of the week.
Forget you're not a millionaire;
Forget the grey streaks in your hair;
Forget to even get the blues -
But don't forget
To Pay Your Dues!

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