The Emblems of the Craft

By Rob Morris

Who wears the Square upon his breast

Does in the face of God attest,--

And in the face of man,--

That all his actions will compare

With the divine, the unerring Square,

That squares great virtue′s plan.

And he erects his edifice

By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the Level says that pride

Does not within his soul abide,

Nor foolish vanity

That man has but a common doom,

And from the cradle to the tomb

An equal destiny.

And he erects his edifice

By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the Plumb, behold how true 

His words and walk! and could we view 

The chambers of his soul, 

Each hidden thought, so pure and good, 

By the stern line of rectitude 

Points up to Heaven′s goal; 

And he erects his edifice 

By this design, and this, and this.

Who wears the G,--that mark divine,-- 

Whose very sight should banish sin, 

Has faith in God alone 

His Father, Maker, Friend, he knows; 

He vows and pays to God his vows 

Before the eternal throne 

And he erects his edifice 

By this design, and this, and this.

Thus life and beauty come to view 

In each design our fathers drew, 

So glorious and sublime 

Each breathes an odor from the bloom 

Of gardens bright beyond the tomb, 

Beyond the flight of time 

And bids us ever build on this, 

The walls of God′s own edifice