Tyler's Toast:

Then to our final Toast tonight, our glasses freely drain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.

The Mason's social Brotherhood around the festive board,

Reveals a Truth more precious far, than the miser's hoard.

We freely share the bounteous gifts, that generous hearts contain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.

We meet as Masons free and true, and when our work is done,

The merry song and social glass is not unduly won.

And only at our farewell pledge is pleasure mixed with pain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.

Amidst our mirth we drink to all poor Masons o'er the Earth,

On every shore our flag of love is gloriously unfurled.

We prize each Brother, fair or dark, who bears no moral stain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.

We Masons prize that noble truth, the Scottish peasant told,

That rank is but a guinea stamp: The man himself the gold.

We meet the rich and poor alike, the equal rights maintain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again

Dear Brethren of the Mystic tie, the night is waning fast,

Our work is done, our feast is o'er, this toast must be the last.

Good night to all, once more good night, again that farewell strain, 

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again

A special "Thanks" to Brother Richard L. Kurtz, a Past Master of Hamilton Lodge No. 664 in Bettendorf, Iowa for submitting this poem to our Library.  Thanks Richard!

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