The Third Degree in Freemasonry Its Ornaments and Emblems

Foundations of Freemasonry Series
Narrated by: Troy McElfresh
Length: 22 mins
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William Harvey was a prolific masonic scholar of his day. In this poetical piece from 1917, he writes about the culmination of the masonic journey by the candidate's arrival at the third degree, or that of Master Mason. He discusses the movement of time in a mason's life, the symbols of the hourglass and scythe, and the dual aspects of the checkered tile, among other symbols.

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needed explanation for Masons of the third-degree

I found it very informative I will be we playing it for my Lodge who's mostly new brothers

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wonderful

This is a really wonderful lecture, and it keeps me reminded of our amazing Masonic journey.

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great info! interesting stuff!

very good Info! l9oking forward to the rest of the series! recommended! quick and informative!

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Let us meditate for a moment upon Death...

Let us meditate, therefore, upon our days and the swiftness of their passing. Even now as we linger, the running sands are carrying with them the moments of our lives into the eternity of the past, each with its tale of good or evil, its record of things done or undone. And no moment ever returns.