The Lodge Where I Belong By Arthur Herrman

[sundance]

Though my lodge may lack the splendor
Of a Temple or a Shrine,
Or possess the gaudy fixtures
That are classed as superfine,


Yet the fellowship it offers
Is in a price beyond compare.
And I wouldn’t trade it ever
For life's treasures rich or bare!


The handclasp firm, the word of cheer,
Oh, such meanings they impart,
The mystic ties of brotherhood
That links us heart to heart!


You'd really have to travel far,
For the friendships quite so strong,
As those one always find right here
In the Lodge where I belong.


When all my earthly travels end,
And at last I'm borne to rest
Where mortal hands no longer toil
And I cease life's endless quest


Why there's nothing I'd like better,
Should I join the heavenly throng ?
Than to meet with all the Brothers
Of the Lodge Where I Belong.