Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Simms Review (Vol 17: Nos 1-2) >> Simms, Freemasonry, and His ''Epistle to a Brother Mason in Affliction'' >> Page 120

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Secondary Scholarship | 2009
Transcription 120 THE SIMMS REVIEW

And lift thy spirit from despair!
Ay, but thou griev'st o'er fortune's fall,
Thy wife and children are at need;
My purse is thine I give thee all;
Go, make them happy—see them feed!
Here's more; begin the world anew,
Strike bravely out for fortune's boon,
A thousand brothers, fond and true,
Will join me to succor soon.
Could'st thou distrust the pledges given
By thee, and me, and others, where,
On that bright night, the blest of Heaven,
We all, together, sought the square?
On the same goodly level stood,
Shared in the ancient rites that made
Of all a glorious Brotherhood,
The same in sunshine as in shade?
Our Masters, from old Moses down,
Had made the self-same pledge of old;
'Twas sacred held by SOLOMON,
Even when he sate on throne of gold:
'Twas precious with the MACCABEES,
A law to bind HIRAM'S heart;
And, crossing lands, and spanning seas,
It won new links in growth of art.
The bond is sacred now as then,
Our hearts as true as their's have proved;
We weep, with tears of brother men,
With all who suffer and have loved;
Though dim may grow our lesser lights,
Though all our sacred pillars fall,
A brother's grief, each lamp relights,
And what is one's belongs to all.
Then cheer thee, brother, for the strife;
New fountains shall around thee spring,
And, honoring God, and succoring life,
A thousand brothers to thee cling.