I heard three knocks at the Temple door And then it was opened wide. I felt the grip of a Masons hand As I slowly passed inside. I was lowered on bended knees As a prayer was said for me. And then I was helped to pass around For the Brethern all to see. All to me was like black of night As my leader took me round. And my racing heart I heard more clear Than the organs solem sound. My faltering footstep here and there Were halted on my way. As several questions were put to me As I struggled not to sway. Then moving on I took three steps And again I had to kneel. Whilst my left hand pressed a compass point For my naked breast to feel. With my right resting on The Law I took my obligation. And I swore I'd be a Mason true At my initiation. Some words were said which I could not hear Though wishing that I could see. Then after a knock that echoed wide My sight was restored to me. I shall not tell more of what I saw Or much of what was spoken. But I saw the sign and heard the word And felt the Masons token. I'll tell you this that I heard a charge ( Which later I learned by heart ). As it told me all that a man should do As a Mason, from the start. It matters not if You Pass the Chair Or reach the highest station. The best event in a Masons life Is His INITIATION.