So mote it be.

We love this quaint old response. To us it means unity born in harmony; which is the key to heavenly enjoyment. It says we have sat together on the Level, and profit has been its fruit, that we are better men for so doing, and as little things make up our natural Temple, so these meetings from time to time, build up our spiritual. It should be our aim to make those words golden. Let them be an echo from the heart. They are a benediction born of a charity which has its sustenance from a world unseen by mortal eyes,—the source of inspiration. For centuries this Masonic saying has been borne heaven-wardas incense. We trust, as the years roll by, they will be dearer, as the sun of the land of rest begins to shed its lustre over the mountain peaks which look upon a landscape where a weary footfall is never heard, and tears and sighs are aliens. Amen. So mote it be.—Portland Masonic Journal.