A MASON'S WIFE From active Masons, resolute, Our wives and families we salute; We surely know the price you pay, Who sit alone while we're away. No high degree on you conferred, In Lodge, your name is seldom heard; You serve our cause though out of sight, While sitting home alone tonight. Masonic papers list our names, Awards are given, fit to frame; But yours is absent...you who strive, To keep our fortitude alive. You're part of every helpful deed, On your encouragement we feed; Without your blessings, how could we; Continue acts of charity? And so, this poem, we dedicate, To every Master Mason's mate; And offer our undying love, Rewards await in Heaven above.

I SEE YOU'VE TRAVELED SOME (author unknown) Wherever you may chance to be; wherever you may roam: far away in foreign lands or just at Home, Sweet Home; It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum just to hear the words of cheer - "I see you've traveled some." When you get the brother's greeting and he takes you by the hand, it thrills you with a feeling you cannot understand. You feel that bond of brotherhood; that tie that's sure to come when you hear him say in a friendly way, "I see you've traveled some." And if you are a stranger in a strange land, all alone If fate has left you stranded, dead broke and far from home, if a stranger stops and takes your hand, it thrills you - makes you dumb, when he says with a grip of fellowship, "I see you've traveled some." And when your final summons comes to take a last long trip. Adorned with Lambskin Apron white and gems of fellowship. The Tiler at the Golden Gate with square and rule and plumb will size up your deeds and say "Walk in, I see you've traveled some."