The Song of St. John

In the poem there is no indication whether it is written for St. John the Evangelist or the Baptist. Regardless, today is the Feast of St. John the Evangelist.

How blest is the home
Where the Brotherhood come!
How charming the time and occasion!
The, love that was born,
In the heart or Saint John.
Now warms up the heart of each Mason.

It is you, Sir, and you,
Friendly Brothers and true,
No matter what may be your station,
On the level our way,
We are Equal To-day,
For I, Sirs, with you, am a Mason!

This love that was born
In the heart of St. John,
Is the bond of a charming connection;
Through good, and through ill,
It abides with me still,
And makes me thank God I'm a Mason.

When In the Lodge met,
And the officers set,
'Tis of duty and pleasure the season,
Ah! gladly is given
To the FATHER IN HEAVEN,
The praises devout of each Mason.

When labor is done,
And the Brotherhood gone,
Do you think that our secrets we blazon?
No! no, 'tis the joy
Of our mystic employ,
That we tell them to none but a Mason.

For 'tis this we do learn,
From our patron St. John
The pride, of this charming occasion,
That the tongue that conceals
And never reveals,
Is THE VERY BEST THING FOR A MASON!

Then, Lady and sir,
While we stoutly aver,
In our Secrets we'll never work treason,
The rules we profess
Are the same that did grace
Our patron ST. JOHN, THE FREEMASON.

And while to his name
We may boldly lay claim,
To his grace we'll cling till death's season,
And then lo the bourne;
Where his spirit has gone,
We'll hie us with every good Mason.