LXV. SONG.

TUNE. In Infancy.

Hail Masonry! thou sacred art,

Of origin divine!

Kind partner of each social heart,

And fav'rite of the Nine!

By thee we're taught our acts to square,
To measure life's short span,

And each infirmity to bear,

That's incident to man.

Chor. By thee, &c.

Tho' Envy's tongue should blast thy fame,
And ignorance should sneer,
Yet still thy ancient honor'd name

Is to each Brother dear:

Then strike the blow, to charge prepare,

In this we all agree,

"May Freedom be each Mason's care,

"And ev'ry Mason free."

Chor. Then strike the blow, &c.

LXVI. SONG,

TUNE. Contented I am, &c.

Grave business being clos'd-and a call from the South, The bowl of refreshment we drain:

Yet e'en o'er our wine we reject servile sloth,

And our rites 'midst our glasses retain.

My brave boys.

With loyalty brightened, we first toast the King-
May his splendour and virtues entwine!

And, to honour his name, how we make the Lodge ring
When the King and the Craft we combine!

May the Son's polish'd graces improve on the Sire
May the arts flourish fair round this Isle-

And long our Grand Master, with wisdom and fire,
Give beauty and strength to the pile!

The absent we hail tho' dispers'd round the ball-
The silent and secret our friends-

And one honest guest, at our magical call,
From the grave of concealment ascends.

Immortal the strain, and thrice awful the hand,
That our rites and libations controul,

Like the Sons of Olympus 'midst thunders we stand,
And with myst'ries ennoble our bowl.

What a circle appears, when the border entwines--
How grapple the links to each soul!

*Tis the Zodiac of friendship, embellish'd with signs, And illum'd by the Star in the Pole.

Thus cemented by laws unseen and unknown,
The Universe hangs on its frame,

And thus secretly bound, shall our structure, be shewn, 'Till creation shall be but a name.

My brave boys.

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I. HYMN.

Composed for and sung at one of the Lodges, on St. John's Day'.

Let there be light, th'Almighty spoke,
Refulgent streams from Chaos broke,
Tillume the rising earth;

Well pleas'd the great Jehovah stood,
The power supreme pronounced it good,
Then gave the planets birth:

In choral numbers Masons join,
And bless and praise this light divine.,

Parent of life! accept our praise,
And shed on us thy brightest rays,

That light which fills the mind;
By choice selected, lo! we stand,
By friendship join'd-a social band,
That love-that aid mankind.

In choral numbers, &c.

The widow's tear, the orphan's cry,
All wants our ready hands supply,

As far as power is given;

The naked clothe, the captive free,
These are thy works, sweet Charity,
Reveal'd to us from heav'n.

In choral numbers Masons join,
And bless and praise this light divine.

II. ANTHEM.

Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request In MASONRY let us be blest;

Direct us to that happy place,

Where Friendship smiles in ev'ry face; Where freedom and sweet innocence Enlarge the mind, and cheer the sense.

Where scepter'd reason from her throne
Surveys the Lodge, and makes us one;
And harmony delightful sway,

For ever sheds ambrosial day;
Where we blest Eden's pleasure taste,
Whilst balmy joys are our repast.

Our Lodge the social virtues grace,
And wisdom's rules we fondly trace;
While nature opens to our view,
Points out the path we should pursue;
Let us subsist in lasting peace,
And may our happiness increase.

No prying eye can view us here,
No fool or knave disturb our cheer;
Our well-form'd laws set mankind free,
And give relief to misery :

The poor oppress'd with woe and grief,
Gain from our bounteous hands relief.

III. ANTHEM.

Oh, Masonry! our hearts inspire,
And warm us with thy sacred fire;
Make us obedient to thy laws,

And zealous to support thy cause;
For thou and Virtue are the same,
And only differ in the name.

Pluck narrow notions from the mind,
And plant the love of human kind;
Teach us to feel a Brother's woe,
And, feeling, comfort to bestow :
Let none, unheeded, draw the sigh,
Nor grief unnotic'd, pass us by.

Let swelling pride a stranger be,
Our friend-compos'd Humility;
Our hands let steady Justice guide,
A Temp'rance at our boards preside;
Let secrecy our steps attend,

And injur'd worth our tongues defend,

Drive meanness from us-fly deceit,
And calumny, and rigid hate;
Oh, may our highest pleasure be,
To add to man's felicity:

And may we as thy vot'ries true,
Thy paths, oh Masonry, pursue.