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Ye sons of the Patriarch
Joseph, ye knights of the sable and mark,
Oh guard with an eye reverential, the mysteries that dwell in the ark,
There are types for the initiated, there are emblems of glorious hue,
And thus is my breast decorated with Black and with Orange and Blue.
Ye sons of the Patriarch Joseph, when
unto the ark you ascend,
Three steps will assist your progression on five points will your love
depend,
The dove with the branch elevated, the hopes of the chosen and few
For these is my breast decorated with Black and with Orange and Blue.
Ye sons of the Patriarch Joseph, we’re
promised a rainbow of light,
And o’er us there beameth a halo, a Royal Arch Purple and bright,
In wisdom and truth elevated, our order stands forth to the view,
Therefore is my breast decorated with Black and with Orange and Blue.
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