Meeting Calendar 2007

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I'm Ready For My Last Degree
An old man lay sick in the Masonic Home,
His face was as ashen as the white sea foam,
His eyes were dim, his hair was gray,
His back was bent with the trials of the way,
He falteringly spoke, but I heard him say,
I'm ready for my last degree.
I've come to the end of the level of time

That leads us to that Grand Lodge sublime,
From whose borne none ever return,
More light in Masonry there I shall learn
By an altar where light shall evermore shine,
I'm ready for my last degree.
With the Apprentice's gauge, I've divided my time
Into equal parts since life's early prime.
And this I have found amidst life's great turmoil,
My wages are due me, in corn, wine and oil,
I'm ready for my last degree.
Each day from life's quarries, I've hewn a stone,
With the gavel I've shaped them, each one alone,
And shipped them along beyond that bright stand,
To build me a house in that fair land,
A spiritual house not made with hands,
I'm ready for my last degree.
I've squared each stone by the virtue square,
And plumbed them all true, as I shipped them there,
With the compass I've measured the Master's designs
And kept within due bounds, with his points and his signs,
My blueprints are folded, I've answered his signs,
I'm ready for my last degree.
 

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Brother James Havins