FREEMASONRY JEWELRY

The Artistry of Contemporary Masonic Jewels

The Artistry of Contemporary Masonic Jewels Introduction Embarking on a captivating exploration, we delve into the dynamic world of "The Artistry of Contemporary Masonic Jewels", where tradition meets innovation. A New Era of Craftsmanship In this era of creativity, modern designs in Masonic collar jewels redefine the boundaries of craftsmanship. In addition to this redefinition, contemporary artisans seamlessly blend traditional symbolism with avant-garde aesthetics and The Artistry of Contemporary Masonic Collar Jewels. Beyond Tradition: Embracing Contemporary Aesthetics Breaking away from conventional norms, Masonic collar jewels now...

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Shriner Masonic Collar Chains

Shriner Masonic Collar Chains Masonic Collar Chains: A Symbol of Brotherhood Masonic collar chains have long symbolized the deep-rooted traditions and unbreakable bonds within the Masonic and Shriner fraternities. These accessories are a source of pride for members. As, they not only reflect the rich history of these organizations but also serve as a reminder of the principles. A Glimpse into the Past Masonic collar chains trace their origins back to the early days of Freemasonry. These chains, worn by Masonic and Shriner members...

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Brotherhood

Brotherhood – A Poem By Edwin Markham

Brotherhood By Edwin Markham The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood For it will bring again to Earth Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth Will send new light on every face, A kingly power upon the race. And till it come, we men are slaves, And travel downward to the dust of graves. Come, clear the way, then, clear the way: Blind creeds and kings have had their day. Break the dead branches from the path: Our Hope is in the aftermath-- Our hope is in heroic men, Star-led to build...

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Always a Mason

Always a Mason – A Poem By Douglas Malloch

Always a Mason By Douglas Malloch Let no king quite put off his crown! I still would have him kingly when In some old inn the king sat down To banquet with his serving-men. I love a mild and merry priest, Whom Brothers toast, and neighbors prod Yet would I have him, at the feast, A little of the man of God. So with a Mason: I would see Him somewhat of a Mason still, Though far from Lodge-rooms he may be, In court, or counting-house, or mill. Whatever garment he may doff, What mark...

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A Heart Warm Fond Adieu

Adieu, A Heart-Warm, Fond Adieu – Poem

Adieu, A Heart-Warm, Fond Adieu By Robert Burns Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu, Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favored, ye enlightened few, Companions of my social joy! Tho' I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba', With melting heart and brimful eye, I'll mind you still, though far awa! Oft have I met your social band, An' spent the cheerful, festive night Oft, honored with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light And by that Hieroglyphic bright, Which none but Craftsmen ever saw, Strong memory on my heart shall write Those...

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We are Two Brothers

We are Two Brothers

We are Two Brothers By H. L. Haywood Give me your hand; You are rich; I am poor; Your wealth is your power, and by it you tread A wide open path; where for me is a door That is locked; and before it are worry and dread. We are sundered, are we, As two men can be But we are two brothers in Freemasonry So give me your hand. Give me your hand; You are great; I'm unknown; You travel with a permanent fame; I go on a way unlauded, alone, With hardly a...

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The Temple

THE TEMPLE – A POEM BY EDGAR ALAN GUEST

The Temple By Edgar Alan Guest You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers, May go with your steel to the sky You may purchase the best of the thought of the years, And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of marble each hall, And with gold you may tint it; but then It is only a building if it, after all, Isn’t filled with the spirit of men. You may put up a structure of brick and of stone, Such as never was...

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The Road

The Road – A Poem By Carl H. Claudy

The Road  Carl H. Claudy So many men before thy Altars kneel Unthinkingly, to promise brotherhood: So few remain, humbly to kiss thy rood With ears undeafened to thy mute appeal So many find thy symbols less than real Their teachings mystic,--hard to understand So few there are, in all thy far flung band To hold thy banner high and draw thy steel, And yet--immortal and most mighty, thou! What hath thy lore of life, to let it live? What is the vital spark, hid in thy vow? Thy millions learned, as thy...

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Past Master

The Past Master

The Past Master  Unknown Author Who's the stranger, Mother, dear? Look, he knows us - ain't that queer? Hush, my son, don't talk so wild - He's your father, dearest child. He's my father? It's not so! Father died six years ago. Dad didn't die, Oh love of mine, He's been going through the line. But he's been Master now so he Has no place to go you see - No place left for him to roam. That is why he is coming home. Kiss him, he won't bite you child. All Past Masters are quite...

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The Palace

The Palace – By Rudyard Kipling

The Palace When I was a King and a Mason, a Master proven and skilled,  I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels Presently, under the silt, I came on the wreck of a Palace, such as a King had built. There was no worth in the fashion there was no wit in the plan  Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran.  Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on every stone, After me cometh a...

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