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I Heard 3 Knocks

I heard three knocks on the Temple door,

and then it was opened wide:

I felt the grip of a Masons hand,

as I slowly passed inside.

I was lowered down on bended knees,

as a prayer was said for me:

And I was helped to pass around,

for the Brethren all to see.

And all to me was black as night,

as my leader took me round:

And my racing heart, I heard more clear,

than the solemn organ's sound.

My faltering footsteps here and there,

were halted on the way;

And several questions were put to me,

as I struggled not to sway.

With my right hand resting on the "law,"

I took my obligation;

I swore I'd be a Mason true,

at my Initiation.

I shall not tell more what I saw,

or what to me was spoken;

But I saw the sign and heard the word,

and I felt the Mason's token.

I'll tell you this, that I heard a charge,

which I later learnt by heart;

and it told me all that a man should do,

as a Mason from the start.

It matters not if you pass the Chair,

or reach the highest station;

The best event of a Mason's life,

is his initiation.