Strange And Mysterious Name To Give To

Man's Real Genius And Knowledge Remains Preserved In Books

The Word Well Spoken, The Deed Fitly Done, Even By The Feeblest Or Humblest, Cannot Help But Have Their Effect. More Or Less, The Effect Is Inevitable And Eternal.

Force, Unregulated Or Ill-regulated, Is Not Only Wasted In The Void, Like That Of Gunpowder Burned In The Open Air, And Steam Unconfined By Science; But, Striking In The Dark, And Its Blows Meeting Only The Air, They Recoil, And Bruise Itself.

The Universe Should Be Deemed An Immense Being, Always Living, Always Moved And Always Moving In An Eternal Activity Inherent In Itself, And Which, Subordinate To No Foreign Cause, Is Communicated To All Its Parts, Connects Them Together, And Makes The World Of Things A Complete And Perfect Whole.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.