FROM darkness into light! He only knows
Part of the truths which yet may wake his mind
From out its former languorous repose,
And make him feel how truly he was blind.
He scarce can grasp th’ unfolded mysteries,
Nor can he comprehend the secret ways
Which he has still to tread, e’er he portrays
To some apprentice their immensities,
In Masonry he’s but a child in arms,
And should be quite content to rest a while.
Until the future all his fear disarms,
Until he’s safely crossed the last crook’d stile,
Which leads him from the maze into the plain.
Where all is clear like sunshine after the rain.

By Bro. Dr. Chas F. Forshaw, LL.D.