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There is a saying filled with cheer,
Which calls a man to fellowship.
It means as much for him to hear
As lies within the brother-grip.
Nay, more! It opens wide the way
To friendliness sincere and true;
There are no strangers when you say
To me: "I sat in lodge with you."

When that is said, then I am known;
There is no questioning or doubt;
I need not walk my path alone
Nor from my fellows be shut out.
These words hold all of brotherhood
And help me face the world anew —
There's something deep and rich and good
In this: "I sat in lodge with you."

Though in far lands one needs must roam,
By sea and shore and hill and plain,
Those words bring him a touch of home
And lighten tasks that seem in vain.
Men's faces are no longer strange
But seem as those he always knew
When some one brings the joyous change
With his: "I sat in lodge with you."

So you, my brother, now and then
Have often put me in your debt
By showing forth to other men
That you your friends do not forget.
When all the world seems gray and cold
And I am weary, worn and blue,
Then comes this golden thought I hold —
You said: "I sat in lodge with you."

When to the last great Lodge you fare
My prayer is that I may be
One of your friends who wait you there,
Intent on your smiling face to see.
We, with the warder at the gate,
Will have a pleasant task to do;
We'll call, though you come soon or late:
"Come in! We sat in lodge with you!"

Round the ancient Lodges,
Men were set on guard,
North and south and east and west,
Keeping watch and ward.
Silent, steady, sleepless,
Keen of ear and eye —
On the pathway where they stood
No one might creep by.

As the covenanters
In each hidden glen
Kept a watch and ward without,
Posted earnest men —
Not as shields of evil,
Be it understood:
But they knew to keep the faith
They must guard the good.

Near the ancient Lodges
None might come to see;
None might come to listen there
Save a sign gave he,
For the ancient Lodges,
As those of today,
Kept the outer creeping folk
Very far away.

But, today, each Mason
Has a duty high:
He must stand a sentinel
To all that come nigh;
He must guard Masonry,
Must protect its name
As he would his gate or door
Or a woman's name.

How, then, shall we do this?
Word and deed must bear
Evidence of what is in
Compass, plumb and square!
So that they who watch us
In the daily crowd
Shall proclaim that Masonry
Is high, and clean, and proud!

Today you turn another page
In Life's long book of verse and prose,
And added to your craftsman's wage
This wish of mine with friendship glows.
One day you'll reach the easy slope
Which idles down the twilight hill —
Strong with the Promise and the Hope
May your days all be gladder still.

Time turns his hourglass once again;
The sands in an unceasing stream
Fall just as swiftly now, as when
Youth's sunshine held them with its gleam.
Life has its seasons, as the year
Turns softly on from day to day;
Ere we may sense it, change is here;
No hour may, save in memory, stay.

Life is at noon — yet well we know
That we may live the hours agone,
That even shades of dusk may show
The glints of every olden dawn.
And you, whose birthday is a time
For us to think of all we've had
From you — we send to you this rhyme
To wish you all that's good and glad.

Today you turn another page
In life's long book of verse and prose
And added to your craftsman's wage
This wish from all your Brethren goes:
That joy shine with the sun by day
And peace glow with the stars at night,
And that forever on your way
You fare beneath the one great Light.

The world is in the Blue Lodge

the waking April days;

The azure sky is bending

above the blossomed ways.

The winter, tough and rugged,

has all been swept away —

The world is in the Blue Lodge

with every April day.

'Tis more than any poem,

that ever yet was penned —

This lesson brought with April

to you and me, my friend.

Spring waxes into summer

and autumn comes again,

But there are other Aprils

with sunniness and rain.

We see the meadows wither,

we see the flowers fade,

We see the snow come drifting

above the hill and glade;

And yet we know that April

will bring the bees and birds,

As truly as a promise

set down in age old words.

The world is in the Blue Lodge,

the rounding sky its dome;

The orchards in the breezes

now toss their blossom-foam.

The Master of good workmen

bids all the earth to say

The world is in the Blue Lodge

with every April day.

We are traveling East, my Brother,

whenever in gratefulness

We think of the things that every day brings

our lives and our homes to bless.

We are finding the path, my Brother,

though frugal may be our feast,

If the good that we knew

is the good that we do —

Ah, then we are traveling East.

We are learning the Work, my Brother,

whenever, with kindly aim

We lighten the care and our plenty we share

with the poor and the halt and lame.

We are speaking the Word, my Brother,

and finding our joys increased,

When we can bring cheer

to replace a child's tear —

Ah, then we are traveling East.

We are bringing the Light, my Brother,

whenever we greet a friend,

Whenever we lift a poor soul gone adrift,

or one in distress defend.

We are marking the Way, my Brother,

when through us has sorrow ceased,

When something we've said

to a lone heart has sped —

Ah, then we are traveling East.

We are traveling East, my Brother,

whenever in thankful mood

We pause for a day to think and to pray,

to set forth our gratitude.

With the Word and the Work, my Brother,

through ages have never ceased —

The Word that is true,

the Work we can do,

Ah, then we are traveling East.

They made me an Entered Apprentice;

they gave me my first degree;

They gave me a base for an honest pride,

and took some conceit from me.

I thought I should have attendants

whose station and rank were high,

That they who should give me instructions

would cater to such as I —

So they made me an Entered Apprentice;

and good were the words they said;

Their speech was the speech of wisdom,

the lore of the heart and head.

And one was an humble person,

a man of the everyday,

Whom oft I had passed by proudly

on meeting him in my way.

He spoke, and my bigness dwindled,

and out of the circling sky

There seemed to come down a message

for me to be measured by.

I got me a newer learning,

an inkling of some great plan —

They made me an Entered Apprentice

in the building of a man.

And one was a kindly scholar

whom many a day I'd seen,

With speech that was firm, yet gentle,

and a countenance all serene;

He taught me a wealth of learning

that never yet was in schools

And showed me the grief they garner

that walk in the way of fools.

The simple, eternal precepts

they put in my mind and heart —

They made me an Entered Apprentice

and bade me to do my part.

They made me an Entered Apprentice —

I was not so proud a man,

A pride that was deeper, newer,

that all meaner things must ban

Took place of the old vainglory,

and all for my soul's own good,

As dimly the patient teachings

began to be understood.

They made me an Entered Apprentice;

they gave me my first degree;

They gave me the base for a decent pride,

and took some conceit from me.

When are you a Mason?
When you go to Lodge
If there is a meeting
That you cannot dodge?
When you wear your button?
When still up you climb?
The way to be a Mason
Is to be one all the time.

When are you a Mason?
When there's fun and feast,
Or when you can bolster
With a word at least
Some poor devil's spirits!
The real help you give.
The way to be a Mason
Is to be one as you live.

When are you a Mason?
When some gossip spreads
Of another brother,
Are you the one who heads
Off the hurtful babble,
And helps make things right?
The way to be a Mason
Is to be one day and night.

When are you a Mason?
Brother, you and I
Can make great the Order
As the days go by,
Through each word and action,
Through each song and smile:
The way to be a Mason
Is to be one all the while!

Now Solomon built him a temple fair,

in praise of the Lord his God,

Built with the plumb and level,

and the compass and meting rod;

And Hiram brought him his handy men

to labor in brass and wood,

And Solomon looked on their craftsmanship

and vowed that it all was good.

Pillars they set in the porchway there,

two pillars of stately grace;

Jachin and Boaz named he them,

and set them within the place;

Chapiters wrought with cunning hands,

checkering net and wreath,

With wonderful carven pomegranates,

and bases to rest beneath.

And Solomon stood at the altar then,

and lifted his hands to pray;

"Lord, let Thine eyes be toward this house,

be toward it night and day —

Be with us as Thou wert of ancient times

to all our fathers known;

May all of our thoughts and words and deeds

do honor to Thee alone!"

So Solomon built him a temple then —

and deep in the dust of years

Are scattered the pillars and brazen work,

but he who is faithful hears

The word that the Lord spake to Solomon,

the promise He gave him then:

"I have hallowed the house which thy men have built

to gladden the eyes of men."

Today let us pray as Solomon prayed,

that our temple may stand alway:

"Lord, let Thine eyes be toward our house,

be toward it night and day,

For it is far more than the work of our hands,

though solid and vast it seems —

For part of it is our hope and faith,

and part of it is our dreams.

"And part of it is our trust in Thee,

and fairest of all this house

Is what we have held in our heart of hearts

when voicing our sacred vows.

The temple men see is all rich and strong,

and beautiful as it stands,

But over and in and through it,

is the temple not built with hands.

"So here do we pledge the grace of all

our minds and our souls have wrought,

As Hiram inspired all his handy men

with knowledge that he was taught.

The work of our hands and the work of our lives

we pledge unto Thee, and then

We trust in the strength of the pillars twain,

forever, and aye. Amen."

This poem is somewhat marginally a Masonic poem. Although it mentions a couple terms we often associate with fraternalism, "handclasp" and "brother," it could just as easily be about any friendship.
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Good Fellowship

Ho, Brother, it's the handclasp

and the good word and the smile

That does the most and helps the most

to make the world worth while!

It's all of us together,

or it's only you and I —

A ringing song of friendship,

and the heart beats high;

A ringing song of friendship,

and a word or two of cheer!

Then all the world is gladder

and the bending sky is clear!

It's you and I together —

and we're brothers one and all

When even through good fellowship

we hear the subtle call,

Whenever in the ruck of things

we feel the helping hand

Or see the deeper glow that none

but we may understand —

Then all the world is good to us

and all is worth the while;

Ho, brother, it's the handclasp

and the good word and the smile!

This poem is hardly a Masonic poem at all, although there are mentions of "grip" and "brother," but mainly it addresses the camaraderie that develops within a group men such as we find at Lodge.
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A Friend or Two

There's all of pleasure and all of peace
In a friend or two;
And all your troubles may find release
With a friend or two;
It's in the grip of the clasping hand
On native soil or in alien land,
But the world is made — do you understand?
Of a friend or two.

A song to sing and a crust to share
With a friend or two;
A smile to give and a grief to bear
With a friend or two;
A road to walk and a goal to win,
An inglenook to find comfort in,
The gladdest hours that we know, begin
With a friend or two.

A little laughter; perhaps some tears
With a friend or two;
The days, the weeks, the months and years
With a friend or two;
A vale to cross, a hill to climb,
A mock at age, and a jeer at time —
The prose of life takes the lilt of rhyme
With a friend or two.

The brother-sound the brother-heart
Of a friend or two
Makes us drift on from the crowd apart,
With a friend or two!
For come days happy or come days sad
We count no hours but the ones made glad
By the hale good times we ever had
With a friend or two.

Then brim the goblet and quaff the toast
To a friend or two,
For glad the man who can always boast
Of a friend or two.
The fairest sight is a friendly face,
The blithest tread is a friendly pace,
And heaven will be a better place
For a friend or two.

Probably Brother Nesbit's most famous poem, this is not a Masonic piece, but it is a patriotic and inspirational poem, and so still appropriate for inclusion in this collection.
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Your Flag and My Flag

Your flag and my flag!
And how it flies today
In your land and my land
And half a world away!
Rose-red and blood-red,
The stripes forever gleam,
Snow-white and soul-white —
The good forefathers' dream.
Sky-blue and true-blue,
And stars to gleam aright,
The gloried guidon of the day,
A shelter through the night!

Your flag and my flag!
To every star and stripe,
The drums beat as hearts beat
And fifers shrilly pipe!
Your flag and my flag!
A blessing in the sky;
Your hope and my hope,
It never hides a lie!
Home land and far land
And half the world around,
Old Glory hears our glad salute,
And ripples to the sound.

Your flag and my flag!
And oh! How much it holds!
Your land and my land
Secure within its folds!
Your heart and my heart
Beat quicker at the sight,
Sun-kissed and wind-tossed,
The Red and Blue and White!
The one flag — the great flag —
The flag for me and you —
Glorified all else beside,
The Red and White and Blue!

Wilbur Dick Nesbit (1871-1927)

Wilbur D. Nesbit a 33° Mason and wrote poems and articles with Masonic themes. He was a mid-western poet who followed a newspaper career; columnist, humorist, and advertising pioneer. The son of Scottish immigrants John Harvey and Isabel (Fichthorne) Nisbit, he was born in Xenia, Ohio, September 16, 1871. He attended the public schools of Cedarville, Ohio, until 1888, then worked as a printer's devil before moving to work as a columnist. A misprint in the byline of his first published article had his name as "Nesbit" instead of "Nisbit," and he decided to keep the altered spelling for good luck. He worked for a succession of newspapers in Indiana and Chicago, and then national syndication; and his "Sermons in Song" poems appeared in many periodicals. He was perhaps best known for his poem, "Your Flag and My Flag" which was published in 1917. He composed innumerable mottoes and greeting card verses and song lyrics, including those for the successful musical comedy, "The Girl of My Dreams." He authored at least 35 books, mainly poetry, from 1903 on. Many were "greeting card" books of poetry — inspirational, love poems, children's rhymes. Some were only only 8 pages with a single poem and several pages of illustrations. Others were advertising promotional booklets of less than 32 pages. But others were substantial books, with the longest just over 300 pages, Besides his own writing, he edited a book of toasts, The Loving Cup (1909), and collaborated with others. His literary work paralleled a career writing advertising copy, and enthusuastic articles about advertising as a profession. During World War I, he was midwest publicity director of the Third Liberty Loans campaign to raise funds for the war effort.

Nesbit took an active role in many clubs, civic and fraternal organizations, and was much in demand as a toastmaster and after-dinner speaker. For the Indiana Society, a congenial Chicago affiliation of prominent men of Hoosier birth and background, he compiled biographies of members in Who's Hoosier (1912) wrote and acted in the society's programs, served as its "chief justice", and as president in 1923. As a member of the society, he was associated with George Ade, the writer and actor, and John T. McCutcheon, political cartoonist of the Chicago Tribune.

Nesbit married Mary Lee (Mamie) Jenkins, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. J. H. Jenkins of Shelbyville, Indiana, in 1899. Their first son, Richard, was born in 1901, in Baltimore, and their two other sons, Robert and Wilbur, in Evanston. Nesbit died suddenly on August 20, 1927.

A collection of his papers is in the McCormick Library of Special Collections at Northwestern University, and a PDF listing of them is available at the Northwestern University Library, along with a more detailed biography.

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Books by Wilbur D. Nesbit. (this list is not complete)

• The First Curse — And The Blessing It Brought, 19??
• The Trail to Boyland,: And Other Poems, 1904
• An Alphabet of History, 1905
• A Book of Poems, 1906
• The Gentleman Ragman;: Johnny Thompson's Story of the Emigger, 1906
• The King of Gee-Whiz (with Emerson Hough & Oscar Edward Cesare) 1906
• The Land of Make-Believe and Other Christmas Poems, 1907
• The Loving Cup, (edited) 1909
• A Friend or Two, 1910,1925
• Eat;: A Little Book of Food for Thought about Food, 1911
• Who's Hoosier 1911
• The Story of Berkey & Gay Corp., 1912
• Your Best Friend, 1912
• Friend O'Mine 1912,1915
• Memories, 1913
• Oh Skin-nay! the Days of Real Sport. 1913
• "God Bless You" 1913
• The Value of a Smile 1913,1925
• When a Feller Needs a Friend (with Clara Briggs) 1914
• I Sat in Lodge with You 1916
• Hold 'Em Boys! We'll Be There!, 1918
• Always Christmas, 1920,1925
• First Principles of Advertising, 1922
• Just Because of You 1925
• In Tumbledown Town (with John Gee) 1926
• The Paths of Long Ago 1926
• What a Bank Is, 1927
• After Dinner Speeches and How to Make Them, 1927
• As Children Do;: Poems of Childhood, 1929