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Nesbit, Wilbur D

American poet and humorist. Born at Nenia, Ohio, September 16, 1871; died at Chicago, Illinois, August 20, 1927. Received the initiatory Degrees in Evans Lodge No. 524, Evanston, Illinois, where his membership remained until his death. The Degrees of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite were conferred upon him in 1919 at Chicago, and he was honored with the Thirty-third Degree by the Supreme Council, Northern Masonic Jurisdiction, at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on September 15, 1925. Also a member of Medinah Temple, Ancient Arabic Order Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, at Chicago. Brother Nesbit wrote a number of poems of Masonic significance one of which through his courtesy follows:

I SAT IN LODGE WITH YOU There is a saying filled with cheer. Which calls a man to fellowship. It means as much for him to hear As lies within the brother-grip. Nay, more! It opens wide the way to friendliness sincere and true There are no strangers when you say to me: mar sat in lodge with you." When that is said, then I am known; There is no questioning or doubt; I need not walk my path alone Nor from my fellows be shut out. These words hold all of brotherhood and help me face the world anew There's something deep and rich and good in this: " I sat in lodge with you." Though in far lands one needs must roam, By sea and shore and hill and plain, Those words bring him a touch of home And lighten tasks that seem in vain Men's faces are no longer strange, but seem as those he always knew When some one brings the joyous change with his: " I sat in lodge with you." So you, my brother, now and then Have often put me in your debt By showing forth to other men That you your friends do not forget. When all the world seems gray and cold and I am weary, worn and blue Then comes this golden thought I hold--you said: " I sat in lodge with you." When to the last great Lodge you fare My prayer is that I may be One of your friends who wait you there, Intent your smiling face to see. We, with the warder at the gate, will have a pleasant task to do We'll call, though you come soon or late: " Come in ! We sat in lodge with you."

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