Table of Contents

H. L. Haywood
  1. The Death of the Master
  2. God's Freemasonry
  3. Warmth And Welcome
  4. We Are Two Brothers
  5. To The Poet

  6. The Dean of Masonic Scholars: H.L.Haywood


The Death Of The Master

A crime made red the gates! Then turmoil broke
Across the men who wrought with plumb and square;
They huddled round the Pillars, Porch and Stair
And cried with anguished breath, "Our strength is smoke
Now he is gone; for who can now invoke
The guiding light of Wisdom's Secret Word!" Despair
Benumed the hands that sought to labor there
And dust hung round the Temple like a cloak.

And I, these ages after, feel the guilt!
For I it was who slew within my heart
By ruffians Sloth and Greed, the Master's Word!
Where stands the Temple now? In dust and silt
Its secret buried lies, and all its art
Looks mocking at me from my Trestle Board.

God's Freemasonry

Here in a lodge of pines I sit;
The canopy thrown over it
Is heaven's own very blue;
Due east and west its precincts lie
And always the all-seeing eye
Of summer's sun is shining through.

Its portals open to the west;
The chipmunk, gray and sober dressed,
The tyler is: You see him dodge
To challenge every new alarm:
He has no sword upon his arm
But well he guards this secret lodge.

Our master is that giant pine
Who bends o'er us with mien divine
To keep the lodge in order trim:
His wardens are two grey-beard birch
Who sit like elders in a church
Or make decorous bows to him.

The deacons are two slender trees,
Who move about whene'er the breeze
Brings orders from the master's seat;
Our organist? Where thickest glooms
Are darkening in the pine top's plumes
The brother winds our music beat.

Whoever knocks upon the door
To learn the ancient wildwood lore,
That one he is our candidate:
We strip him of his city gear,
And meet him on the level here,
Then to our ways initiate.

We slip the hoodwink from his eye
And bid him look on earth and sky
To read the heiroglyphs there;
More ancient these than Golden Fleece
Or Roman Eagle, Tyre, or Greece,
Or Egypt old beyond compare.

On grass and stone and flower and sod
Is written down by the hand of God
The secrets of this Masonry;
Who has the hood wink from his eyes
May in these common things surprise
The awful signs of Deity.

Here bird and plant and man and beast
Are seeking their Eternal East:
And here in springtime may be heard,
By him who doth such teachings seek
With praying heart, and wise, and meek,
The thundering of the old Lost Word.

All things that in creation are
From smallest fly to largest star,
In this fellowship may be
For all that floweth out from Him,
From dust to man and seraphim
Belong to God's freemasonry.

From The Builder, December, 1918


Warmth And Welcome


Across the crowd-thronged city ways
When night hangs black and friendless there,
A tide of strangers ebbs and plays
Along each cheerless thoroughfare,
And never a face lights up to see
One's self to pass, and none to care
How lone and weary one may be.

'Tis then unto one's Lodge one turns
For there he finds within the door
The fire of hearty welcome burns:
If one's not known, its flames the more
Send forth a warmth his breast to fill,
Until he finds his joy returns,
Within that haven of good will.

The Mason's secret lies in this,
"A stranger here, ye took me in";
Its Royal Art would stray amiss
Amid the world's harsh hue and din
If warmth and welcome were to die;
Its greatest strength in these consists;
The Brothers of the Mystic Tie.

The final line of this poem makes no sense in all of the copies I've found online, as if it were garbled. I've edited it here to something that does make sense, but I doubt it's the exact wording the poet originally intended. If you have access to a print version of this poem and can correct it, it would be appreciated.
okl.


We Are Two Brothers

Give me your hand;
You are rich; I am poor;
Your wealth is your power, and by it you tread
A wide open path; where for me is a door
That is locked; and before it are worry and dread.
We are sundered, are we,
As two men can be
But we are two brothers in Freemasonry
So give me your hand.

Give me your hand;
You are great; I'm unknown;
You travel with a permanent fame;
I go on a way unlauded, alone,
With hardly a man to hear of my name:
We are sundered, are we,
As two men can be
But we are two brothers in Freemasonry
So give me your hand.

Give me your hand;
You are old; I am young;
The years in your heart their wisdom have sown;
But knowledge speaks not by my faltering tongue,
And small in the wisdom I claim as my own:
We are sundered, are we,
As two men can be
But we are two brothers in Freemasonry
So give me your hand.

To The Poet

An Appreciation to Brother L. B. Mitchell
from The Builder, March 1924

The craft of song has small repute
Among the worldly wise;
They cannot find a worth at all
In what your arts devise:

Why not, they say, go till the fields
Or build the walls of trade!
That labor of a man is best
By which some gold is made.

If you who sing should cease your art
Or hold your craft in doubt,
The soil itself would break in songs,
The stones would cry them out.

The Hidden Powers that wrought the soil,
The gold, and everything,
By equal force compel the bard
His fragile rhymes to sing,

And to the need for bread they made
Another need belong,
For while the flesh may crave for bread
The soul must crave for song.

So he who sings has right to gold
As he who builds a wall,
For what is not with music built
Is never built at all.

Harry LeRoy Haywood (1886-1956)

(The following is taken verbatim from Denslow's 10,000 Famous Masons.)

Harry LeRoy Haywood (1886-1956) Masonic author. b. Nov. 1, 1886 in Mulberry, Ohio. He was graduated from the Cedarville, Ohio high school at the age of 13, and attended the Theological Seminary, Dayton, and Lawrence College, Appleton, Wis. Ordained a minister at 18, he gave up preaching in 1919. Although without a college degree, he taught and lectured on religion and anthropology for 13 years in many major colleges of the U.S. In 1917 he became editor-in-chief of The Builder, official journal of the National Masonic Research Society. From 1925-30 he was editor of the New York Masonic Outlook. At the time of his death he was engaged in research and writing for the Grand Lodge of Iowa at Cedar Rapids. He was considered the dean of Masonic historians and writers of his generation. He has written at least 30 books and 1500 articles on Masonry. Among his books are: Symbolical Masonry (his first in 1916); 3rd Edition of Mackey's Encyclopedia; A History of Freemasonry (with James Craig); The Newly-Made Mason; More About Masonry; Freemasonry and Roman Catholicism; Well-Springs of Freemasonry. He was raised in Acacia Lodge No. 176 at Webster City, Ia., June 7, 1915. He later affiliated with Waterloo Lodge No. 105, and with Publicity Lodge No. 1000 of New York City. Returning to Iowa, he became a member of Mizpah Lodge No. 639 at Cedar Rapids. He was a member of Tabernacle Chapter No. 42, R.A.M. at Waterloo, and 32 AASR (SJ) at Zarephath Consistory in Davenport. d. Feb. 25, 1956.