Tañen las campanas
mientras las cigüeñas
construyen sus nidos
en los campanarios.
Sonidos metálicos,
trinar de pájaros
crepitar de hierba,
silenciosos susurros
wind in the trees.
not utter a speech,
unable words
prose does not reach,
only
poetry vibrates more sensitive notes of
soul of a poet.
When traveling
Dear Brother, the free
meadows
In the Eternal Orient
when your spirit
break the chains which once I tied land;
When your new Lodge Eterna
mezas you
tamely in the space limited by
straight
Square and Compasses perennial
remember those who still walk in
shadows of a world
of weeping and wailing.
'll take you inside
and a soft light shine
minds and smoke from the flame
draw: Presente!
Q:. Bro. Orlando
"By Order and Present"
Lodge Progreso No. 1850 , East Oviedo
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