poetry

A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT By Brother Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by - We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure, an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for...

Masters by Lightlife Square and compasses with letter G symbols of brotherhood and charity From mountain to valley and sea to sea a universal mark of chivalry A square to deal with all in truth an object lesson for wayward youth Ninety degrees, set and true not eighty-nine, not ninety-two A...

The Perfect Ashlar by Lightlife Born to this world rough hewn and jagged, a stone as yet poorly shapen and ragged. Helped to grow by kindness of others, shown our errors in whispers from Brothers. With this and the aid of the Common Gavel, sharp edges soon turn to discarded gravel. With...