When touched by Truth's immortal fire,
How firm each purpose stands!
Each wandering thought, each vain desire,
Obeys its high commands;
And ever, as the day rolls o'er,
The holy feelings rise,
To mark that future, cloudless shore,
Beyond these stormy skies.
How dear the kind, fraternal tie
That binds each manly heart,
Though sorrows fill the weeping eye,
Or joys their charm impart!
How dear, to Brothers good and true,
The plighted word that tells
Of trusting thoughts that spring anew
Where'er a true heart dwells!
The pledge that holds the willing ear,
The whispered word that's given,
Are kindly blessings gathered here,
To ripen yet in Heaven;
For He, whose promise never fails,
Lights up the holy fire,
To guide us on, through sorrow's vales,
And highest thoughts inspire.
Let altars of immortal Truth
Receive our willing vows,
The fairest gem of hopeful youth,
Or age that feebly bows:
When years on years have calmly passed,
And sorrows come no more,
Be each true Brother found, at last,
Upon a happier shore.
Thomas Power, 1844
Past Grand Secretary
Grand Lodge of Massachusetts