Lord Zetland, P. G. M.

LORD ZETLAND , P . G . M .

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Our good old Chief is gone , He has passed away in peace , From the -weakness of this earth , He has found his calm release ; We shall see his face no more , Amid our meetings here ; And we mourn him truly now ,

With his own , and near and dear . His was the honest heart , The calm and manly sense , The kindness and the honour , True words withont pretence ; With a firm and tranquil step Amid many cherished years , He ever kept his high prestige Amid our Country's Peers .

How long he ruled our Craft , Let onr annals gladly tell , How truthfully he governed it , How wisely and how well . His was the rule of probity ; And our Craft admiring saw . That he upheld the rights of all , In order , and hy law .

Onr Landmarks wore his guide , Our Constitutions still Were manfully upheld hy him 'Mid all of good or ill ;

And our Universal Banner Floated over our just laws Of honour , truth and right , Amid the Craft ' s applause . During six-and-twenty years Of his all-kindl

y sway , The star of charity seemed to rise And shine in fuller ray ; For we learnt at last to see , At least in clearer light , That humble works of a Brother ' s love , Are fairer than deeds of might .

To aid the old and friendless , The desolate and lone ; To cheer the widow's sorrow , To soothe the orphan ' s moan . Was the true work of Brethren ; Like a whisper from above There spoke a thrilling voice to us , " Freemasonry is Love . "

The good old Craft is sailing still , Before a prosperous gale , Under a faithful Helmsman , And with a flowing sail , But we think of that honoured Master , Who ruled us many a year , And we grieve in fraternal sympathy With his own , and near and dear . A . F . A . W .

"Ubique."

"UBIQUE . "

How wonderful it seems to think , In this our world to-day ; Where ' er our hurrying footsteps rove 'Mid lands all far away ; AVhere ' er we go , where ' er we rest , Amid the desert ' s glare ,

Or in the far and wondrous West—Our Craft is everywhere . . Terus . ilcm ' s all holy walls , Elcphanta ' s mystic cave , \\ Viere fte sau Tynan mins Fringe the blue sea wave ;

Where Egypt ' s mighty pyramids Still startle pilgrims there ; Amid the Temples of Peru—Our Craft is everywhere .

3 ? vom North to South , from East to West , On many a ruined shrine , On many a crumbling edifice , On some Fabric still divine ; The tokens of our Brotherhood Yet all mysterious stare ,

Proclaiming ever to us still , Our Craft is everywhere . Oh ! wondrous mystery of the past , Oh , legend quaint of old , Which in thy pleasant Fellowship Dost loving hearts enfold ;

How should each Craftsman loyally Stand by that Banner fair , Which . in , unfaltering voice proclaims , Our Craft is everywhere . A . F . A . W .

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