The poem "Banquet Night" by Rudyard Kipling reflects on the camaraderie and equality among Masons, emphasizing the importance of unity and fellowship during shared meals. King Solomon invites various craftsmen, including Hiram of Tyre and Hiram Abif, to dine together as equals, reinforcing the idea that all members, regardless of status or background, are Fellow-Craftsmen. The poem highlights the significance of setting aside differences and social hierarchies during these gatherings, promoting a spirit of brotherhood. It suggests that despite the challenges faced in their work, such as harsh conditions and societal pressures, Masons should remember their shared identity and responsibilities. The repeated refrain of "no more and no less" underscores the equality among all participants. This document serves as a reminder of the values of inclusion and mutual respect within Masonic traditions, advocating for fellowship that transcends individual circumstances.
December 16th, 2025
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“Once in so Often,” King Solomon said,Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,“We will club our garlic and wine and breadAnd banquet together beneath my Throne,And the Brethren shall come to that messAs Fellow-Craftsmen – no more and no less “Send a swift shallop to Hiram of Tyre,Felling and floating our beautiful trees,Say that the Brethren and I desireTalk with our Brethren who use the seas.And we shall be happy to meet them at messAs Fellow-Craftsmen – no more and no less. “Carry this message to Hiram AbifExcellent Master of forge and mineI and the Brethren would like it ifHe and the Brethren will come to dine(Garments from Bozrah or morning-dress)As Fellow-Craftsmen - no more and no less. “God gave the Hysop and Cedar their placeAlso the Bramble, the Fig and the ThornBut that is no reason to black a man’s faceBecause he is not what he hasn’t been bornAnd, as touching the Temple, I hold and professWe are Fellow-Craftsmen – no more and no less. So it was ordered and so it was done,And the hewers of wood and the Masons of Mark,With foc’sle hands of the Sidon runAnd Navy Lords from the Royal ArkCame and sat down and were merry at mess,As fellow-Craftsmen – no more and no less The Quarries are hotter than Hiram’s forgeNo one is safe from the dog’s whip’s reachIt’s mostly snowing up Lebanon gorge,And it’s always’s blowing off Joppa beachBut once in so often, the messenger bringsSolomon’s mandate: “Forget these things!Brother to Beggars and Fellow to the Kings,Companion of Princes- forget these things!Fellow-Craftsman, forget the things!”