Table of Contents

Neal A. McAulay
  1. The Mason I Like
  2. The Plumb
  3. The Great Light Symbolism
  4. The Five Points Symbolism
  5. The Apron Symbolism
  6. More Men Like Daniel
  7. Some inspirational but non-Masonic poems:
  8. Worth-While Love
  9. Glad Easter Day
  10. The Old Fashioned Faith

  11. Brief Bio of N.A. McAulay


The Mason I Like

from The Builder, Aug. 1915

The kind of Mason that I like,
Is one who always goes to Lodge
When not detained by reasons good
And tries no duty there to dodge.
Who to himself is never false,
But keeps his moral record clean
Because too proud to court the base
He scorns the actions that are mean.

The kind of Mason that I like
Will strive to treat his brother right
And make his welfare, when he can,
The measure of his own delight.
Who helps him bear his daily load,
And shields him with a friendly hand;
That kind of Masonry we know,
The world will bless and understand.

The kind of Mason that I like
Will not forget to think of God
Nor fail to choose the shining way,
And follows where the good have trod.
To serve Him with a willing mind,
He builds his temple to the skies
Where light and love eternal reign:
This is the Mason that I prize.

The Plumb

from The Builder, Aug. 1915

Build up your life like the temple of old
With stones that are polished and true;
Cement it with love, and adorn it with gold
As all Master builders should do:
Upon a foundation, well chosen and strong,
Build now for the ages to come:
Make use of the good, while rejecting the wrong
And test all your work with the plumb.

The Great Light Symbolism

from The Builder, Sept. 1916

This sacred symbol you must hold
In high esteem as your delight;
Since to our craft throughout the world,
It is the Great Masonic Light.

Though we may differ in belief,
And fail in doctrine to agree;
The men of this, and every age
Accept its pure morality.

Within its pages you can find
Those living principles of right;
Which can your daily walk adorn
With deeds of clear fraternal light.

I charge you to revere this book,
And heed its teachings night and day;
Since on our altar it is found
To guide us in the better way.

We cannot dictate as to faith,
Nor here discuss the many creeds
Which earnest, thoughtful minds have framed,
To meet the world's religious needs.

But we are taught within our Lodge
To take each brother by the hand;
And urge him with a solemn vow,
By this great light to always stand.

If from our sacred altar here
The infidel or libertine,
Could wrest this Book of Sacred laws
The grandest code the race has seen:

That light that has for ages shone
To guide Freemasons on their way:
Then we no longer could maintain
The freedom which we claim today.

But just as long as we can keep
Its golden rays of truth and love;
The Craft thereby may hope to rise
To yonder Lodge in heaven above.

Guard then this great Masonic light,
The guiding symbol of our Band;
Defend it as you would the flag,
That now enfolds your native land.

Live by its teachings till you go
To that bright home beyond the sea:
Where you shall evermore enjoy
A blessed immortality.

The Five Points Symbolism

from The Builder, Oct. 1916

Foot to foot that we may go,
Where our help we can bestow;
Pointing out the better way,
Lest our brothers go astray.
Thus our steps should always lead
To the souls that are in need.

Knee to knee, that we may share
Every brother's needs in prayer:
Giving all his wants a place,
When we seek the throne of grace.
In our thoughts from day to day
For each other we should pray.

Breast to breast, to there conceal,
What our lips must not reveal;
When a brother does confide,
We must by his will abide.
Mason's secrets to us known,
We must cherish as our own.

Hand to back, our love to show
To the brother, bending low:
Underneath a load of care,
Which we may and ought to share.
That the weak may always stand,
Let us lend a helping hand.

Cheek to cheek, or mouth to ear,
That our lips may whisper cheer,
To our brothel in distress:
Whom our words can aid and bless.
Warn him if he fails to see,
Dangers that are known to thee.

Foot to foot, and knee to knee,
Breast to breast, as brothers we:
Hand to back and mouth to ear,
Then that mystic word we hear,
Which we otherwise conceal,
But on these five points reveal.

The Apron Symbolism

from The Builder, Dec. 1916

More ancient than the Golden Fleece
Whose story shines in classic lore:
Or Roman Eagle which portrayed
Chivalric deeds in days of yore.

More honored than the Knightly Star,
Or Royal Garter, it must be;
A symbol you should fondly keep
From spot and stain forever free.

It may be that in coming years,
As time shall all your labors test:
That laurel leaves of Victory
Shall on your brow in honor rest.

Yea, from your breast may jewels hang
Fit any diadem to grace:
And sparkling gems of beauty rare
May on your person find a place.

Nay more, perchance with coming light,
Your feet may tread the path of fame:
Which in our Mystic order leads
To glory, and an honored name.

Yes, on your shoulders there may rest
The purple which we hold so dear:
That ensign which our progress marks
In high fraternal Circles here.

But never more can you receive
From mortal hand while here below:
An emblem which such honor brings
As this one which I now bestow.

Until your spirit shall have passed
Beyond the pearly gates above:
May this the "Badge of Innocence"
Remind you of your vows of love.

'Tis yours to wear throughout your life,
'Till death shall call your soul to God:
Then on your casket to be placed,
When you shall sleep beneath the sod.

Its spotless surface is a type
Of that which marks a noble mind:
The rectitude of heart and life,
Which in its teachings you should find.

And when at last your weary feet
Shall reach the goal awaiting all:
And from your tired nerveless grasp
The working tools of life shall fall.

May then the record of your life,
Reflect the pure and spotless white
Of this fair token which I place
Within your keeping here tonight.

And as your naked soul shall stand
Before the great white throne of light;
And judgment for the deeds of earth
Shall issue there to bless or blight;

Then may you hear the Welcome Voice
That tells of endless joys begun,
As God shall own your faithfulness,
And greet you with the words, "Well Done."

More Men Like Daniel

We need more men like Daniel
To stand for God and right;
Men clean and strong,
Who hate the wrong,
And for the truth will fight.
When those controlled by evil
Their base designs pursue,
We need more men like Daniel
Who never prove untrue.

We need more men like Daniel
Their virtue here to show;
Men bold, sincere,
Who know no fear
When called to face the foe.
Though dangers dark may threaten,
They crave not ease or rest.
We need more men like Daniel
Who boldly stand the test.

We need more men like Daniel
Whose faith defied the king;
Who knelt and prayed
When plans were laid
His shameful death to bring.
But God sent down His angel
His all to guard and shield;
We need more men like Daniel
Whose hearts will never yield.

Published in a Baptist or Presbyterian hymnal in 1922.


A purely patriotic American poem, not Masonic.

Worth-While Love

from The Builder, March 1916

The nations all admire the man
Who loves his native land,
And quickly to its calls responds
With willing heart and hand:

Whose all is on the altar laid
His country to protect;
We always feel that such a man
Has won the world's respect.

We therefore love this land of ours,
Its people, hills and plains;
We strive to keep it pure and free
From every vice that stains.

Our starry banner waves to shield
The cause of truth and right:
Its land-marks are our joy and pride,
Its triumphs our delight.

But ought our love for any land
Be so supremely great
That we must treat a brother man
With bitter scorn and hate?

Because his earthly lot is cast
Upon another soil,
Have we a right to blight his home
And claim his all as spoil?

No, we must firmly hold this truth,
And boldly for it stand,
That love to man can never yield
To love for native land.

For did not God decree it thus
When first the world began
That nothing else could take the place
Of love of man for man.

A purely Christian religious poem, not Masonic.

Glad Easter Day

from The Builder, March 1916

Glad Easter Day, when Christ arose
A mighty victor o'er His foes;
He conquered death with all its gloom,
And rose triumphant from the tomb.
Ye saints and angels loud proclaim
The glories of His wondrous name.
He lives again, no more to die.
Exalt your King in earth and sky.

Glad Easter Day, bright Sabbath-morn,
When comfort came to hearts forlorn
Who sought His grave with spices sweet,
Their work of love to there complete.
They saw the place where Jesus lay,
For angels rolled the stone away,
And then this message to them gave
That Christ had risen from the grave.

Glad Easter Day, our pledge of life
Beyond this vale of sin and strife:
For trusting souls at last shall rise
To share His glories in the skies
Till then press on His will to do.
And for your Lord be brave and true;
Keep close to Him who is the way
The Christ who rose on Easter Day.

A Christian hymn, not Masonic.

The Old Fashioned Faith

I am somewhat old fashioned, I know,
When it comes to religion and God;
Many think I am painfully slow,
Since I walk where my fathers have trod.
I believe in repentance from sin,
And that Jesus within us must dwell;
I believe that if heaven we win,
We must flee from the terrors of hell.
Chorus:

I'm a little old-fashioned, I know,
But God's peace has a home in my soul,
And I'll praise Him wherever I go
For cleansing and making me whole.

I believe that the Bible is true,
Though the critics have torn it apart;
All its warnings and miracles, too,
I do wholly accept with my heart.
I am telling the people each day
That the sinner forever is lost
Who has failed to accept the true way,
Which was opened at infinite cost.

Neal A. McAulay (1854-c.1922)

Neal A. McAulay, D.D., was born in English Town, Nova Scotia, Mar. 24, 1854. He graduated from McCormick Theological Seminary in Chicago in 1883. Called as a missionary, he was ordained in the Presbery of Iowa City on Oct. 5, 1886; He was pastor of the Presbyterian church in Wilton, Iowa, from 1886-1907, serving the Clinton County towns of Wilton, Wilton Jct., and Sugar Creek; and the Presbyterian church in Lyons, Iowa until at least 1917. Sometime between then and 1920 he retired to Tacoma, Washington, and was still living there as late as 1921.

Brother McAulay was a poet and song writer, collaborating with composer Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (1856-1932). Besides writing music for McAulty, Gabriel went on to become highly prolific and popular hymn-writer and song-book compiler. He used several pen names, and his collaborations with Rev. McAulay were as Charles H. Marsh. McAulay's most well-known songs with Gabriel's music were "The Old Fashioned Faith" and "How Could it Be".

Besides being an active Mason, he was also G.P. (Grand Prelate?) of the Knights of Pythias Lodge #171 of Wilton.

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