The Lodge
Where I Belong

Though my Lodge may lack the splendor
Of a temple or a shrine,
Or possess the gaudy fixtures
Which are classed as "superfine."

Yet the fellowship it offers
Is in price beyond compare
And I wouldn’t trade it ever
For life’s treasures rich or rare.

The hand - clasp firm, the word of cheer,
Oh, such meanings they impart,
The mystic ties of brotherhood
That links us, heart to heart!

You’d really have to travel far,
For the friendship quite so strong,
As those you will always find right here
In the Lodge where I belong.

When all my earthly travels end,
And at last I’m borne to rest
Where mortal hands no longer toil
And I cease life’s endless quest.

Why, there is nothing I’d like better
Should I join the heavenly throng,
Than to meet with all the brothers
From the Lodge where I belong.