The Poetry Corner

High In Masonry.

By James McIntyre

Give me a board so I can trace on How high I have gone as a mason, Said worker on true square cut stone Unto some knights of good St. John. Each one of them could trace with ease The highest Masonic degrees, Tell us how high then you have gone They said to worker on cut stone. Who said to their astonishment To top of Washington monument, I solemnly to you declare And will swear to fact upon the square. I there stood thirty-three degrees, While the mercury did freeze, And none of you will have desire In masonry for to go higher.