Let Us Drink Together, Fellows, As We

We Masons Are Among The Fortunate Ones Who Are Taught To Meet Together With Others Opposing Convictions Or Competitive Ideas And Yet Respect Each Other As Brothers.

If The Soul Sees, After Death , What Passes On This Earth , And Watches Over The Welfare Of Those It Loves, Then Must Its Greatest Happiness Consist In Seeing The Current Of Its Beneficent Influences Widening Out From Age To Age, As Rivulets Widen Into Rivers, And Aiding To Shape The Destinies Of Individuals, Families, States, The World; And Its Bitterest Punishment, In Seeing Its Evil Influences Causing Mischief And Misery , And Cursing And Afflicting Men, Long After The Frame It Dwelt In Has Become Dust, And When Both Name And Memory Are Forgotten.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.

We Live Our Little Life; But Heaven Is Above Us And All Around And Close To Us; And Eternity Is Before Us And Behind Us; And Suns And Stars Are Silent Witnesses And Watchers Over Us. We Are Enfolded By Infinity.

He Who Endeavors To Serve, To Benefit, And Improve The World, Is Like A Swimmer, Who Struggles Against A Rapid Current, In A River Lashed Into Angry Waves By The Winds. Often They Roar Over His Head, Often They Beat Him Back And Baffle Him. Most Men Yield To The Stress Of The Current... Only Here And There The Stout, Strong Heart And Vigorous Arms Struggle On Toward Ultimate Success.