AT JOURNEY'S END
By:R.L. Sharpe
The Temple has fallen
To dust and decay;
The Spirit departed --
And flown away.
As the waves are silent
Along the shore,
Your voice is still --
Forevermore.
The wondrous beauty
Of the Sky and Tree
In the Morning Glow --
No more wil you See.
No more to Hear
The bird on the wing,
Or with rapture Listen --
To all Nature sing.
To Smell the rose
That perfumes the air
Will never more --
Be yours to share.
The Heart is still
Within the Breast,
No more Love --
The Ones held best.
No, never again
Will you Feel the Grip
Of the Master Mason --
In good Fellowship.
The Sun has set
Low in the West,
And now you Sleep --
In Eternal Rest.
This Mortal Coil
You have set aside
For the Celestial Lodge --
Where you now Abide.
Your destiny now
Has been fulfilled,
And you are Home --
As GOD has Willed.
But still you live
In the Heart and Mind
Of the Brethren here --
That you left behind.
So, rest you well,
Your Labor is o'er,
And we'll meet again --
On that distant Shore.
Ancient Free and Accepted Masons of Ireland Inspectorate of Gibraltar
