Archive for February, 2012

Famous Mason: Mozart

Posted: February 18, 2012 in Masonic


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was initiated an Entered Apprentice on December 14, 1784 in Charity Lodge (Loge zur Wohltätigkeit) in Vienna, Austria. He was passed to the degree of Fellow Craft on January 7, 1785 and raised a Master Mason shortly thereafter. His father became a Mason in 1785 while visiting him in Vienna.

Mozart was an active Freemason, composing music for Lodge work as early as March of 1785 and culminating with a full opera based on Masonic symbolism, The Magic Flute, which he composed in 1791 – the year he died.

Farewell to a Brother

Posted: February 15, 2012 in Masonic, Poem, poetry

Yesterday a Brother from my lodge travelled to the Grand Lodge above.
W.Bro Allin Davis, a great mason, fellow Knight, will be sorely missed by all.

I dedicate this poem to him, as he enters the lodge for the final time, and finding his place amongst the Brethren up above.

Farewell my Brother.

I sat in lodge with you

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!”

A stranger, a grip, and a brother

Posted: February 3, 2012 in Masonic, Poem, poetry

One of the things Im getting used to with my new position, is all the travelling. I’m really enjoying jetsetting around, getting to see all the different places in South Africa. Unfortunately, I havent been too inspired to blog, but today, sitting at the East London airport waiting for my flight, I came across a poem I would like to share. And why you ask?

Because an elderly gentleman approached me, while i was enjoying my coffee, surfing the net, and introduced himself with a handshake.
The masonic grip recognised, he said he saw my ring on my finger, and wanted to say Hi!

I See You’ve Traveled Some

I See You’ve Traveled Some
Wherever you may chance to be;
lwherever you may roam,
far away in foreign landsor
just at Home, Sweet Home;
It always gives you pleasure,
it makes your heart strings humjust
to hear the words of cheer
“I see you’ve traveled some”

“When you get the brother’s greeting
and he takes you by the hand,
it thrills you with a feeling
you cannot understand.
You feel that bond of brotherhood;
that tie that’s sure to come
when you hear him say in a friendly way,
“I see you’ve traveled some.”

And if you are a stranger
in a strange land, all alone
If fate has left you stranded,
dead broke and far from home,
if a stranger stops and takes your hand,
it thrills you – makes you dumb,
when he says with a grip of fellowship,
“I see you’ve traveled some.”

And when your final summons comes
to take a last long trip.
Adorned with Lambskin Apron
white and gems of fellowship.
The Tiler at the Golden Gate
with square and rule and plumb
will size up your deeds and say
“Walk in,I see you’ve traveled some.”

(author unknown)