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Article THREE CHRISTMAS EVES. ← Page 8 of 8 Article GRADUS AD OPUS CAEMENTITIUM. Page 1 of 4 →
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Three Christmas Eves.
corners of the earth ! ' Many a Mason followed him to his last resting-place , ancl in a little while we put over him a counterpart of the cross that our French Brethren had erected over the grave of his wife , and of which a drawing was found in his breastpocket , its sole inscription , besides Masonic Emblems , being , — "' BBOTHER PAPX , AT BEST !'
" The old man ' s wills contained a bestowal of his property upon his daughter , if ever found , and , failing that , to Masonic charity . His daughter received the property , which had become considerable , and presented the Lodge with Life Governorships of our Charities in perpetuity . " That night the Lodge was solemnly closed down , but not before the Brethren had determined always to hold a Memorial Service on Christmas Eve , just as we have been "
doing to night . " " My boy , " continued Charles Nelson , " you look enquiringly at me . I will answer your question by anticipation . The woman who for once stood within those sacred precincts , and the Master of the Lodge , that night , were your mother and myself ! "May the great Architect of the Universe grant you , my boy , aud your Mildred , as many happy years together as we have spent since the last of those eventful , "THREE CHRISTMAS EVES . "
Gradus Ad Opus Caementitium.
GRADUS AD OPUS CAEMENTITIUM .
FIRST . BEFORE its portals , bending , A lowly suppliant stood , In hush'd and awe-struck wonder Weighing , for ill or good
, The step that lay before him—The prize he strove to gain—When lo ! from out the stillness Soft music ' s solemn strain Broke on the ear—and the chant Of many voices stole
Louder and louder—bringing Peace to the troubled soul . At last the calm was broken , The time of trial drew near—' Into the dark uncertainty He trode , till half in fear
He paused ; but hands were outstretched To help , to guide , to lead—And firmer , now , and firmer , He stepped towards the meed—The prize—the goal he long'd for—Pray'd God defend the right : He stood before the Master Who spake and it was Light .
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Three Christmas Eves.
corners of the earth ! ' Many a Mason followed him to his last resting-place , ancl in a little while we put over him a counterpart of the cross that our French Brethren had erected over the grave of his wife , and of which a drawing was found in his breastpocket , its sole inscription , besides Masonic Emblems , being , — "' BBOTHER PAPX , AT BEST !'
" The old man ' s wills contained a bestowal of his property upon his daughter , if ever found , and , failing that , to Masonic charity . His daughter received the property , which had become considerable , and presented the Lodge with Life Governorships of our Charities in perpetuity . " That night the Lodge was solemnly closed down , but not before the Brethren had determined always to hold a Memorial Service on Christmas Eve , just as we have been "
doing to night . " " My boy , " continued Charles Nelson , " you look enquiringly at me . I will answer your question by anticipation . The woman who for once stood within those sacred precincts , and the Master of the Lodge , that night , were your mother and myself ! "May the great Architect of the Universe grant you , my boy , aud your Mildred , as many happy years together as we have spent since the last of those eventful , "THREE CHRISTMAS EVES . "
Gradus Ad Opus Caementitium.
GRADUS AD OPUS CAEMENTITIUM .
FIRST . BEFORE its portals , bending , A lowly suppliant stood , In hush'd and awe-struck wonder Weighing , for ill or good
, The step that lay before him—The prize he strove to gain—When lo ! from out the stillness Soft music ' s solemn strain Broke on the ear—and the chant Of many voices stole
Louder and louder—bringing Peace to the troubled soul . At last the calm was broken , The time of trial drew near—' Into the dark uncertainty He trode , till half in fear
He paused ; but hands were outstretched To help , to guide , to lead—And firmer , now , and firmer , He stepped towards the meed—The prize—the goal he long'd for—Pray'd God defend the right : He stood before the Master Who spake and it was Light .