Masonry Is Not A Religion. He Who

The Spoken Discourse May Roll On Strongly As The Great Tidal Wave; But, Like The Wave, It Dies At Last Feebly On The Sands. It Is Heard By Few, Remembered By Still Fewer, And Fades Away, Like An Echo In The Mountains, Leaving No Token Of Power. It Is The Written Human Speech, That Gave Power And Permanence To Human Thought.

The Eyes Of The Cheerful And Of The Melancholy Man Are Fixed Upon The Same Creation; But Very Different Are The Aspects Which It Bears To Them.

What We Have Done For Ourselves Alone Dies With Us; What We Have Done For Others And The World Remains And Is Immortal.

Justice Is Peculiarly Indispensable To Nations.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.