The following is an addition to the third degree that is used by Wisconsin Masons.

The Horrid Deed is done; here cold and white, wrapped in the icy cloak of death, the Master sleeps.  No more the pageantry of pomp and power.  No more the crowd of craftsmen hastening to do his deep designs.  No more the temple rising proudly from the hills and beckoning the heavens to rest upon its stately columns.  No more will this his ambitions gratify.  Oh death untimely, yet, of timely death, wrested from life while fresh his honours clustered, before the fetid breath of clunky and marred the splendour of his name, or slander smashed the worth of his achievements.  He has fallen, yielding up life rather than break his vow surrendering all, all the world holds dear;  Life, power riches, everything’  but holding fast to his Masonic secret.  Oh rare integrity, oh fortitude most grand.  To him in future years will countless raise their songs of praise, and laude his name who death preferred than faithless prove, than trust betray.  Yet, though well kept, his secret stands revealed.  I read in this; the Masonic secret is in these three words contained, Truth, Respect and Fortitude.

Low twelve, but hark, the tuneful bell rings out the hour of our meeting.  My comrades come.  Now we must haste away, bearing our heavy burden of remorse.