FISH, SHIPS and QUARRY CHIPS
Being An Account of the
Life and Times of
Eureka Lodge No. 84, AF &AM
Tenants Harbor, Maine
By WALLACE M. GAGE
to the 594 Brethren
Who have passed through
the portals of Eureka Lodge
BEHOLD THE FRUIT OF THEIR LABOR!
Table of Contents
Whence We Came
In the Beginning
Proceedings of the Lodge
The Quarry Men
Help, Aid and Assist
Grand Lodge Appointments
The Masonic Veterans
125th Anniversary Schedule
The Roll of Workmen
Father's Lodge, I well remember,
Wasn't large as Lodges go;
There was trouble in December,
Getting to it through the snow,
But he seldom missed a meeting;
Drifts, or blossoms in the lane,
Still the Tyler heard his greeting,
Winter ice or summer rain.
Father's Lodge thought nothing of it,
Mid their labors and their cares,
Those old Masons learned to live it,
That fraternity of theirs.
What's a bit of stormy weather,
When a little down the road
Men are gathering together,
Helping bear each other's load.
Father's Lodge has made a village;
Men of father's sturdy brawn
Turned a wilderness to tillage,
Seized the flag and carried on.
Made a village, built a city,
Shaped a county, formed a state,
Simple men, not wise or witty-
Humble men, but yet how great!
Father's Lodge has caught the gleaming
Of the great Masonic past;
Thinking, toiling, daring, dreaming,
They were builders to the last.
Quiet men, not rich or clever,
With the tools they found at hand
Building for the great forever-
First a village, then a land.
Father's Lodge no temple builded,
Shaped of steel and carved of stone;
Marble columns, ceilings gilded,
Father's Lodge has never known.
But a heritage of glory
They have left; the humble ones-
They have left their mighty story
In the keeping of their sons.
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