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by Bro. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A Masons ways are 
  A type of existence, 
  And his persistence 
Is as the days are 
  Of men of the world. 
The future hides in it 
  Good hap or sorrow, 
  We pass through it- 
Naught there abides in it 
  Daunting us- onward. 
And silent, before us, 
  Veiled the dark portal, 
  Goal of all mortal; 
Stars silent rest over us, 
  Graves under us silent. 
But heard are the voices- 
  Voices of the sages 
  Of the world and the ages- 
Choose well, your choice is 
  Brief, but yet endless. 
Here eyes do regard you 
  In eternitys stillness, 
  Here is all fullness, 
Ye brave, to reward you, 
  Work and despair not.
Reprinted from A Treasury of Masonic Thought, Carl Glick. homas Crowell Co., N.Y.: 1953. [p. 75]
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