When he can look out over the rivers, the hills, and the far horizon with a profound sense of his own littleness
in the vast scheme of things, and yet have Faith, Hope, and Courage – which is the root of every virtue.
When he knows that down in his heart, every man is as noble, as vile, as divine, as diabolic, and as lonely as
himself, and seeks to know, to forgive and to love his fellow man.
When he knows how to sympathise with men in their sorrows, yea - even their sins – knowing that each man fights
a hard fight against many odds.
When he has learned how to make friends and keep them and above all, how to keep friends with himself.
When he loves flowers, can hunt the birds without a gun, and feels the thrill of an old forgotten joy when he
hears the laugh of a little child.
When he can be happy and high-minded amid the meaner drudgeries of life.
When star crowned tree, and the glint of sunlight on flowing waters subdue him like the thought of one much loved
and long dead.
When no voice of distress reaches his ears in vain, and no hand seeks his aid without response
When he finds good in every faith that helps any man to lay hold of divine things, and seek majestic things in
life whatever the name of that faith may be.
When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something beyond mud, and into the face of the most forlorn
fellow-mortal and see something beyond sin.
When he knows how to pray, how to love, how to hope.
When he keeps faith with himself, with his fellow men, with his God: in his hand a sword for evil, in his heart a
bit of a song – glad to live, but not afraid to die.
Such a man has found the only real secret of Masonry, and the one which it is trying to give to the world.
Bro Dr J Fort Newton