Anthony T. Stafford Military Lodge #16
Once in the East he sat, The jewel about his neck; And with a hat he covered his head
When other heads were bare.
The Brethren came and went In answer to his beck;
And stood and offered up the signs To him who wore the Square.
Once like the coursing sun He rose up in the East.
And all the Brethren rose as one As work began or ceased.
Once he guarded treasure; The secrets of the Craft – The Charter, ritual, ancient work
By which the Craft increased
But when the year had closed Three steps he did take down; Down to the floor to take his place
Among the Brethren there. So like his Brethren, he; Yet somehow different, too;
For he had sat up in the East
And he had worn the Square. He is a man apart, A Mason marked for Time.
To him who has with honor served. To him must honor be.
LAWRENCE POWELL, JR.
Steven L. Vanardo