Though my lodge may lack the splendour
Of a Temple or a Shrine,
Or possess the gaudy fixtures
That are classed as superfine,
Yet the fellowship it offers
Is a price beyond compare.
And I wouldn’t trade it ever
For life’s treasures, rich or bare!
The handclasp firm, the word of cheer,
Oh, such meanings they impart,
The mystic ties of brotherhood
That link us heart to heart!
You’d really have to travel far,
For the friendships quite so strong
As those one always finds right here
In the Lodge where I belong.
When all my earthly travels end,
And at last I’m borne to rest,
Where mortal hands no longer toil,
And I cease life’s endless quest,
Why, there’s nothing I’d like better,
Should I join the heavenly throng,
Than to meet with all the Brothers
Of the Lodge Where I Belong.