A MASONIC POEM by Thomas W. Davis "Let there be Light!" the great Creator spoke, And, at the summons, slumbering nature woke, While from the east the primal morning broke, Back rolled the curtains of the night, And earth rejoiced to see the light. "Let there be Light!" the Master's lips proclaimed, And heart and hand unite in glad acclaim To hail th' enrollment of a Brother's name; While he beholds with ravished sight The glories of the perfect light.

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