That N AME ! I learned it at a mother's knee,
 When, looking up, the fond and tearful face
Beaming upon my eyes so tenderly,
 She prayed that God her little son would bless!

That N AME ! I spoke it when I entered here,
 And bowed the knee, as each Freemason must;
From my heart's center with sincerity,
 I said, “In God , in God is all my trust!”

That N AME ! I saw it o'er the Master's chair,
 “The Hieroglyphic bright,” and, bending low,
Paid solemn homage at the emblem there,
 That speaks of God , before whom all must bow!

That N AME ! in silence I invoked its power
 When dangers thickened and when death was nigh!
In solemn awe I felt the death clouds lower,
 And whispered, “God be with me if I die!”

That N AME ! the last upon my faltering tongue,
  Ere death shall still it, it shall surely be;
The P ASSWORD to the high celestial throng,
 Whose Lord is God in truth and majesty!

That N AME then, Brothers, always gently speak,
 Before your father's, mother's name revered!
Such blessings from His gracious hand we take,
 O be His honor to our souls endeared!