from the Brighthelmstone Deacon June 1975
There was an old Past Master,who was full of sayings, good and true;
Honours had he by the score stepped was he in Mason's lore;
He, all the Ancient Landmarks knew the Book of Constitutions too!
A fountainhead of knowledge he a walking "Goulds Freemasonry" !
One summer day we chanced to meet I spied him sitting on a seat
Viewing a truly English scene watching the bowlers on the green
In Preston Park; he beckoned me to sit beside him 'neath the tree.
We watched the game, then, at its close we talked; the subject soon arose
Of Masonry, in other days, in other places, far away from Brighton on a summer day.
After a while, my way was clear to say to him, in words sincere
"With all the knowledge you have stored (of your own free will and accord!)
Could I prevail on you to find tucked safe away, within your mind
Perhaps, a wise and telling phrase to guide me on my future ways?"
My question asked, I silent fell so that I should not break the spell:
He looked at me; I met his eyes and they were, oh, so wordly wise:
The words he spoke are with me yet the words I never shall forget............
"What sort of Lodge would my Lodge be
If every brother was just like me?".......
By W.Bro Ken Brown PPrGreg
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