This Internet file is not an exact copy of the book. Certain liberties have been taken. It is presented here as a collection of poetry, rather than as songs to be sung. Some of the conventions helpful for singing, such as breaking words into syllables and heavy use of apostrophes for elided 'e's and 'v's, were felt unnecessary and distracting, so many of the 'v's and practically all of the vowels that were apostrophized out have been replaced. While choruses are noted, repeating line have otherwise been left out. A very few spellings have been modernized, and typographic errors corrected.
The first edition of this book came out in 1772, but this file has been compiled from the 2nd, 9th, 10th, 12th, & 14th editions, the last dated 1829, and so contains material written between those dates.
If a more precise rendition is required, a photocopy of the book (14th edition, 1829) is available online at Google Books: http://books.google.com/books?id=6n_xHtVd6PQC, and the songbook portion covers pages 419-456. In the .pdf download, the page number is the roman numeral +5, or the arabic numeral +29.
There was no artwork nor music scores. There is a sequential Table of Contents. There were no additional indexes. An MPS indexes of alphabetized first lines, with authors, has been compiled at the end of this file. Where page numbers appear in the left margin, they are from the 14th edition.
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ILLUSTRATIONS
OF
MASONRY.
By the late
WILLIAM PRESTON, Esq.
PAST MASTER OF THE LODGE OF ANTIQUITY,
acting by immemorial constitution.
The Fourteenth Edition,
WITH ADDITIONS TO THE PRESENT TIME,
and
copious notes, illustrative and explanatory.
by
GEORGE OLIVER,
Vicar of Clee; P.G.C. for the County of Lincoln; Domestic Chaplain
to the Right Hon. Lord Kensington; Corresponding
Member of the Society of Antiquaries, Scotland.
Humbly Inscribed
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF SUSSEX,
&c. &c. &c.
Most Worshipful Grand Master.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR WHITTAKER, TREACHER, AND CO.
AVE-MARIA-LANE.
1829
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LONDON:
Shackell and Baylis, Johnson's-Court, Fleet Street.
Dedication page from the 1775 2nd Edition.
To The
Right Honorable
LORD PETRE,
GRAND MASTER
of the
Ancient And Honourable Society
of
FREE AND ACCEPTED MASONS,
These Illustrations
Are, With The Greatest Respect,
Inscribed;
By His Lordship's
Most Obedient
Servant, and Brother,
WILLIAM PRESTON.
Dedication page from the 1795 9th Edition.
To The
Right Honorable
LORD PETRE,
PAST GRAND MASTER
of the
Ancient And Honourable Society
of
FREE AND ACCEPTED MASONS,
This Treatise is,
with the Greatest Respect,
Inscribed
By His Lordship's
Most Obedient
Servant and Brother,
WILLIAM PRESTON.
Dedication page from the 1812 12th Edition.
To The
Right Honorable
THE EARL OF MOIRA,
ACTING GRAND MASTER
of the Society of Free-Masons,
and the Living Pattern of
Rank, Talents, and Moral Excellence,
This Improved Edition
of
a Well-Known Treatise
is
with Due Deference,
Most Humbly Inscribed;
By His Lordship's
Most Devoted Servant,
and Brother,
THE AUTHOR.
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Dedication page from the 1829 14th Edition.
To
His Royal Highness
AGUSTUS FREDERICK, DUKE OF SUSSEX,
Earl of Inverness, Baron of Arklow,
Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter,
Colonel of the Honourable Artillery Company of London,
President of the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures, and Commerce,
and Most Worshipful
Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge
of
Ancient Freemasons of England;
A PRINCE
Highly Endeared to Every Friend of Humanity,
But in an Especial Manner
to the Ancient and Honourable
Fraternity of Free and Accepted Masons,
on whom He has Conferred Indelible Obligations;
This New Edition
of a Popular Treatise on Masonry
in Inscribed, with Profound Respect
by
His Royal Highness's
Most Devoted Humble Servant,
THE EDITOR
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Preface
The favourable reception this Treatise has met with in the several Editions through which it has passed, encourages the Author to hope that its appearance on a more enlarged scale will not render it less deserving the countenance of his Brethren. He would be wanting in gratitude to his friends, not to acknowledge his obligations to several gentlemen for many curious extracts, and the perusal of some valuable manuscripts, which have enabled him to illustrate his subject with greater accuracy and precision.
• • •
At the end of the volume is given a collection of Anthems and Songs; which, being occasionally introduced in our assemblies, must tend to greatly enliven the proceedings.
The success of this Treatise has far exceeded its merit; the Author, therefore, shall only observe, that should his additions or corrections be considered real improvements, he will be amply gratified for any pains he may have taken.
[William Preston]
Dean Street, Fetter Lane,
Feb. 1812.
ToC: Ill. of Masonry
This is just an extract of the portion covering poetry, and has been expanded to match this file. The numbering has been changed, and the added columns on the right indicate what the numbers were in each of the editions we had access to: 2nd (1775), 9th (1795), 10th (1796), 12th (1812), and 14th (1829); plus the page number in the 2nd, 10th, or 14th editions. The online versions of the 9th & 12th didn't include page numbers.
This page is from the Second Edition of 1775, and was dropped by the Ninth Edition. In the Preface to the 2nd Edition, Preston notes, "An account of the proceedings at the Grand Gala in 1772, as it was a temporary affair, I have entirely omitted, to make room for more useful matter."
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ADVERTISEMENT.
In the First Edition no Songs were inserted but those that were sung at the Gala. As the description of that performance is now omitted, we have thought it unnecessary to limit our collection to the songs used on that occasion; We have therefore added several others which are usually sung in the course of the ceremonies explained in this Work.
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MASONIC POETRY:
A
COLLECTION
of
ODES, ANTHEMS, AND SONGS.
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Ode 1.
by Mr. Cunningham.
Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command
The gentle Arts in glad obedience stand:
Hail, sacred Masonry, of source divine,
Unerring sovereign of the unerring line:
Whose plumb of truth, with never-failing sway,
Makes the joined parts of symmetry obey:
Whose magic stroke bids confusion cease,
And to the finished Orders gives a place:
Who rears vast structures from the womb of earth,
and gives imperial cities glorious birth.
To work of art her merit not confined,
She regulates morals, squares the mind;
Corrects with care the sallies of the soul,
And points the tide of passions where to roll;
On virtue's tablet marks her moral rule,
And forms her Lodge an universal school;
Where Nature's Mystic laws unfolded stand,
and Sense and Science joined go hand in hand.
O may her social rules instructive spread,
Till Truth erect her long-neglected head!
Till through deceitful night she dart her ray,
And beam full glorious in the blaze of day!
Till men by virtuous maxims learn to move,
Till all the peopled world her laws approve,
And Adam's race are bound in Brother's love.
420
Ode 2.
Written by a member of the Alfred Lodge at Oxford, set to music by Dr. Fisher, and performed at the dedication of Freemason's Hall.
Strophe.
Air.
What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung.
When heavenly lyres, by angel fingers strung,
Accorded to the immortal lay,
That hymned Creation's natal day!
Recitative, accompanied.
'Twas then the shouting sons of morn
Blessed the great Omnific word;
Abashed, hoarse jarring atoms heard,
Forgot their pealing strife,
And softly crowded into life,
When Order, Law, and Harmony were born
Chorus.
The mighty Master's pencil warm,
Traced out the shadowy form,
And bid each fair proportion grace,
Smiling Nature's modest face.
Air.
Heaven's rarest gifts were seen to join
To deck a finished form divine,
And fill the Sovereign Artist's plan;
The Almighty's image stamped the glowing frame
And sealed him with the noblest name,
Archetype of beauty, Man.
Antistrophe.
Semi-Chorus And Chorus.
Ye spirits pure, that roused the tuneful throng.
And loosed to rapture each triumphant tongue
Again with quick instinctive fire,
Each harmonious lip inspire:
Again bid every vocal throat
Dissolve in tender, votive strain.
Air.
Now while yonder white-robed[*] train
Before the mystic shrine.
In lowly adoration join
Now sweep the living lyre, and swell the melting note.
Recitative, accompanied.
Yet, ere the holy rites begin,
The conscious shrine within
Bid your magic song impart.
Air.
How within the wasted heart,
Shook by passion's ruthless power,
Virtue trimmed her faded flower
To opening buds of fairest fruit:
How from majestic Nature's glowing face
She caught each animating grace,
And planted there the immortal root.
Epode
Recitative, accompanied.
Daughter of gods, fair Virtue, if to thee
And thy bright sister Universal Love,
Soul of all good, ever flowed the soothing harmony
Of pious gratulation; from above
To us, thy duteous votaries impart
Preference divine.
Air.
The sons of antique Art,
In high mysterious jubilee,
With pæan loud, and solemn rite,
Thy holy step invite,
And court thy listening ear,
To drink the cadence clear
That swells the choral symphony.
Chorus.
To thee, by foot profane untrod
Their votive hands have reared the high abode.
Recitative.
Here shall your impulse kind
Inspire the tranced mind:
Air.
And lips of Truth shall sweetly tell
What heavenly deeds befit,
The soul by Wisdom's lesson smit;
What praise he claims, who nobly spurns,
Gay vanities of life, and tinsel joys,
For which unpurged fancy burns.
Chorus.
What pain he shuns, who dares be wise;
What glory wins, who dares excel!
422
Ode 3.
Performed at every meeting of the Grand Chapter of Harodim.
Written by Brother Noorthouck.
Set to music by Companion Webbe.
Sung by Companions Webbe, Gore, and Page.
Opening.
Order is Heaven's first law: through boundless space
Unnumbered orbs roll round their destined race;
On earth, as strict arrangements still appear,
Suiting the varying seasons of the year:
Beneficence divine presents to view
Its plenteous gifts to man, in order true;
But chief a mind, these blessings to improve,
By arts, by science, by fraternal love.
Division.
When men exalt their views to Heaven's high will,
With steady aim their duty to fulfil,
The mind expands, its strength appears,
Growing with their growing years,
Mounting the apex of masonic skill.
Be this the earnest purpose of our lives,
Success must crown the man who nobly strives!
Conclusion.
Loud let us raise our swelling strains,
And Harodim proclaim,
Of excellence the name;
Good-will to all, love to each other,
The due of every skilful brother,
Who worthily our ancient lore maintains.
Indulgence in pleasure,
By prudence we measure;
And, cheerfully parting, exchange an adieu;
Till we meet with fresh vigour, our tacks to renew.
422
Ode 4.
Performed at Coachmakers Hall. Written by Mr. Brown. Set to music by Mr. Remy.
Recitative.
When first the golden morn aloft,
With maiden breezes whispering soft;
Sprung from the east with rosy wing,
To kiss the heavenly first-born spring;
Jehovah then, from hallowed earth,
Gave Masonry immortal birth;
'Twas then the new creation rung,
And thus the Host of Heaven sung:
Air.
Hail, hail, O hail, thou source of love,
Great Artist of this goodly frame!
The earth and sea, the sky above,
Thou formest to try immortal fame!
Semi-Chorus.
To thee, our Sire,
The cherub choir
The air move with seraphic found,
Ye breezes sweet,
The cadence meet,
And wast it o'er the hallowed ground.
Air.
Ten thousand orbial beauties bright,
Which long confused in chaos lay,
Thou broughtest them forth to give delight,
And make the face of Heaven gay.
Semi-Chorus.
To thee, our Sire, &c.
Recitative.
'Twas thus the Heavens in concert rung,
While Nature kind from chaos sprung,
Brought forth her tender infant green,
And flowery sweets, to deck the scene
To finish then the Artist's plan,
Of purest mould he formed the Man;
Then gave him an immortal soul,
And bid him live, and rule the whole;
While angels, from their golden shrine
Sung with angelic strains divine:
Air.
Happy, happy mortals rise,
Taste with us immortal joys,
Blooming on yon sacred tree,
Planted by the Deity,
The hallowed fruit is Masonry.
Far beyond the pregnant sky,
There the hopes of Masons lie,
Masons happy choice above,
Masons every blessing prove,
Friendship, harmony, and love.
Recitative.
Since perfect love and power divine
First gave our science birth,
So friendship shall our hearts entwine,
And harmonize the earth;
Behold the virgin hither flies,
To crown us with her blissful joys.
Air.
Blooming as fair Eden's bower,
Friendship, goddess heavenly bright,
Dropping in a balmy shower,
Breathing concord and delight;
Each Mason feels the sacred fire
Glow with ardour in his heart;
The flame inspires him with desire
To relieve each other's smart.
Full Chorus.
From Heaven since such blessings flow,
Let every Mason while below
Our noble science here improve;
'Twill raise his soul to realms above,
And make his lodge - a lodge of love.
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Ode 5.
by Mr. Thomas Dermody.
Thou fairest type of excellence divine,
Whose social links the race of man combine,
Whose awful mandates coward vice control,
And breathe through nature one enlightened soul;
From thy mild sway benignant virtues rise,
Pour on the heart, and emulate the skies;
From thy sage voice sublime Instruction springs,
While Knowledge waves her many-coloured wings,
And star-eyed Truth, and Conscience, holy zest,
Enthrone True Feeling in the glowing breast.
Then deign the labour of thy sons to guide,
Over each full line in nervous sense preside,
Adorn each verse, each manly thought inflame,
And what we gain from Genius give to Fame.
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Ode 6.
by Mr. William Walker.
Strike to melodious notes the golden lyre!
Spread wide to all around the ardent flame,
Till each rapt bosom catch the sacred fire,
And join the glorious theme!
'Tis Masonry,
The Art sublimely free,
Where Majesty has bowed, and owned a Brother's name!
Through ample domes wide let the chorus roll,
Responsive to the ardour of the soul.
Chorus:
Hail! inspiring Masonry!
To thy shrine do myriads bend;
Yet more glorious shalt thou be,
Till o'er the world thy power extend.
Still to the sons of Earth thy Light dispense,
And all shall own thy sacred influence.
Though Genius fires, yet faint his rays appear,
Till thy mysterious lore the soul refine;
'Tis thou to noblest heights his thoughts must rear,
And make them doubly thine.
O Masonry!
Thou Art sublimely free!
'Tis thou exaltest the man, and makest him half divine.
Ye Masons, favoured men, your voices raise!
You speak your glory while you sing its praise.
Blest be the man, and blest he is, who bears
With virtuous pride a Mason's sacred name;
And may each Brother, who the blessing shares,
Enrich the list of Fame.
Blest Masonry!
Thou Art sublimely free!
Heaven bids thy happy sons, and they thy worth proclaim
With loud assent! their cheerful voices raise,
Their great, immortal Masonry to praise.
The tower sky-pointing, and the dome sublime,
Raised by the mystic rules and forming power,
Shall long withstand the iron tooth of Time,
Yet still their fall is sure
But Masonry,
The Art sublimely free,
Founded by God himself, through time shall firm endure.
Still shall its sons their grateful voices raise,
And joyful sound their Great Grand Master's praise.
Final Chorus:
At thy shrine, O Masonry!
Shall admiring nations bend;
In future times thy sons shall see
Thy fame from pole to pole extend.
To worlds unknown thy heaven-born Light dispense,
And systems own thy sacred influence.
426
Ode 7.
Wake the lute and quivering strings,
Mystic truths Urania brings;
Friendly visitant, to thee
We owe the depths of Masonry;
Fairest of the virgin choir,
Warbling to the golden lyre,
Welcome; here thy Art prevail!
Hail! divine Urania, hail!
Here in Friendship's sacred bower,
The downy-winged and smiling hour,
Mirth invites, and social Song,
Nameless mysteries among:
Crown the bowl, and fill the glass,
To every virtue, every grace,
To the Brotherhood resound
Health, and let it thrice go round
We restore the times of old,
The blooming glorious age of gold;
As the new creation free,
Blest! with gay Euphrosyne;
We with godlike Science talk,
And with fair Astræa walk;
Innocence adorns the day,
Brighter than the smiles of May.
Pour the rosy wine again,
Wake a louder, louder strain;
Rapid zephyrs, as ye fly,
Waft our voices to the sky;
While we celebrate the Nine,
And the wonders of the Trine,
While the Angels sing above,
As we below, of Peace and Love.
427
Ode 8.
For an Exaltation of Royal Arch Masons.
by Brother Dunckerley.
tune: Rule, Britannia.
Almighty Sire! our heavenly king,
Before whose sacred name we bend,
Accept the praises which we sing,
And to our humble prayer attend!
Chorus:
All hail, great architect divine!
This universal frame is thine.
Thou who didest Persia's king command,
A proclamation to extend,
That Israel's sons might quit his land,
Their holy temple to attend.
That sacred place where three in one,
Comprised thy comprehensive name;
And where the bright meridian sun
Was soon thy glory to proclaim.
Thy watchful eye, a length, of time,
The wondrous circle did attend
The glory and the power be thine,
Which shall from age to age descend.
On thy omnipotence we rest,
Secure of thy protection here;
And hope hereafter to be blest,
When we have left this world of care.
Grant us, great God, thy powerful aid,
To guide us through this vale of tears;
For where thy goodness is displayed,
Peace soothes the mind, and pleasure cheers.
Inspire us with thy grace divine,
Thy sacred law our guide shall be
To every good our hearts incline,
From every evil keep us free.
428
Ode 9.
by Brother Dunckerley.
For solemn ceremonies.
tune: God save the King.
Hail, universal Lord!
By heaven and earth adored;
All hail! great God!
Before thy Name we bend,
To us thy grace extend,
And to our prayer attend.
All hail! great God!
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Ode 10.
set to music by Dr. Arnold.
tune: My fond Shepherd.
Assist me, ye fair tuneful Nine,
Euphrosyne, grant me thy aid,
While the honours I sing of the Trine,
Preside o'er my number, blithe maid!
Cease clamour and faction, oh cease,
Fly hence all ye cynical train;
Disturb not the Lodge's sweet peace,
Where silence and secrecy reign.
Religion untainted here dwells,
Here the morals of Athens are taught;
Great Hiram's tradition here tells
How the world out of chaos was brought.
With fervency, freedom, and zeal,
Our Master's commands we obey;
No cowan our secrets can steal,
No babbler our mysteries betray.
Here Wisdom her standard displays,
Here nobly the sciences shine;
Here the temple's vast column we raise,
And finish a work that's divine.
Illumed from the East with pure light,
Here arts do their blessings bestow;
And all perfect, unfold to the sight,
What none but a Mason can know.
If on earth any praise can be found,
Any virtue unnamed in my song;
Any grace in the universe round,
May these to a Mason belong!
May each brother his passions subdue,
Proclaim charity, concord, and love;
And be hailed by the thrice happy few
Who preside in the Grand Lodge above!
Ode 11.
Urania, hail! to thee we sing,
And all with pleasure own the lay;
Which from thy sacred fountain spring,
To clad the free-born sons of day;
O still attend our meetings here,
With peace serene, and joy sincere.
True joys unrushed, and calm repose,
In friendship's sacred band behold,
The happy recompense of those
Who laws and liberty uphold;
Who scorn all base, unmanly views;
From vice refrain, and virtue choose.
May each Freemason good and true,
In Britain's Isle be ever found;
And in remotest regions too,
May love and harmony abound;
And all confess true Wisdom's power,
Till Time and Masons are no more.
Ode 12.
Arise, gentle Muse, and thy wisdom impart
To each bosom that glows with the love of our Art;
For the bliss that from thy inspiration accrues,
Is what all should admire, and each Mason pursues.
Chorus:
Hence Harmony springs, 'tis the cement of love,
Fair freedom on earth and bright union above.
Though malice our joy should attempt to control,
Though discord around like an ocean should roll;
To the one we'll be deaf, to the other be blind,
For wisdom alone is the strength of the mind.
The bright charms of beauty for ever will shine,
Our Art to adorn with a lustre divine,
Till Time, circling round, shall unfold the great truth,
Which thus has united the sage and the youth.
Anthems
Anthem 13.
Grant us, kind Heaven! what we request,
In Masonry let us be blest;
Direct us to that happy place
Where Friendship smiles in every face:
Where Freedom and sweet Innocence
Enlarge the mind and cheer the sense.
Where sceptered Reason, from her throne,
Surveys the Lodge, and makes us one;
And Harmony's delightful sway
Forever sheds ambrosial day:
Where we blest Eden's pleasures taste,
While balmy joys are our repast.
No prying eye can view us here;
No fool or knave disturb our cheer:
Our well-formed laws set mankind free,
And give relief to misery:
The poor, oppressed with woe and grief,
Gain from our bounteous hands relief.
Our Lodges the social Virtues grace,
And Wisdom's rules we fondly trace;
While Nature open to our view,
Points out the paths we should persue
Let us subsist in lasting peace,
And may our happiness increase!
Anthem 14.
By Mason's Art the aspiring dome
On stately columns shall arise,
All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies.
Heroes and kings revere their name
While poets sing their lasting fame.
Great, noble, generous, good, and brave;
All virtues they must justly claim;
Their deeds shall live beyond the grave,
And those unborn their praise proclaim,
Time shall their glorious acts extol,
While love and friendship charm the soul.
434
Anthem 15.
"Let there be light," — the Almighty spoke,
Refulgent streams from chaos broke,
To illume the rising earth!
Well pleased the Great Johavah stood
The Power Supreme pronounced it good,
And gave the planets birth!
Chorus:
In choral numbers Masons join,
To bless and praise this light divine.
Parent of light! accept our praise!
Who sheddest on us thy brightest rays,
The light that fills his mind
By choice selected, lo! we stand.
By friendship joined, a social band!
That love, that aid mankind!
The widow's tear — the orphan's cry —
All wants our ready hands supply,
As far as power is given.
The naked clothe — the prisoner free —
These are thy works, sweet Charity,
Revealed to us from Heaven.
435
Anthem 16.
by Henry Dagge, Esq.
sung at the founding of Freemasons' Hall.
tune: Rule, Britannia.
To Heaven's high Architect all praise,
All praise, all gratitude be given;
Who deigned the human soul to raise,
By mystic secrets sprung from Heaven.
Chorus.
Sound aloud the Great Jehovah's praise;
To him the dome, the temple raise.
The following ANTHEMS, GLEES, &c., were performed at
the Union
[of the Moderns and Antients Grand Lodges, 27 December 1813].
[At the Union, the Grand Masters of both Grand Lodges were sons of King George III: Prince Edward Augustus, Duke of Kent (1767–1820), was GM of the Antients, while Prince Augustus Frederick, Duke of Sussex (1773-1843), was GM of the Moderns and became GM of the resulting United Grand Lodge of England (UGLE). The family name by which both were known was Brunswick.]
(The vocal parts in the following pieces, written by Brother Wesley and the R. W. Brother Perry, were sustained by Brothers Kelly, Bellamy, Taylor, Phillips, Pyne, Dignum, Leete, Evans, Clark, &c. &c.).
435
Anthem 17.
Composed by Brother Wesley.
Behold! how good a thing it is,
And how becoming well,
For Brethren, such as Masons are,
In Unity to dwell.
Oh! 'tis like ointment on the head;
Or dew on Sion hill;
For then, the Lord of Hosts hath said,
Peace shall be with you still.
435
Song 18.
Composed by Brother Kelly.
Mountains may fall and rocks decay,
And isle on isle be swept away —
But Masonry's primeval truth,
Unbroke by force, unchanged by time,
Shall bloom in renovated youth,
And energy sublime.
436
Glee 19.
Composed by Brother Kelly.
Lo! see from Heaven the peaceful dove
With Olive-branch descend!
Augustus shall with Edward join,
All rivalry to end;
And taught by their fraternal love,
Our arms our hearts shall intertwine,
The union to approve.
436
Chorus 20.
Composed by Brother Kelly.
Royal Augustus, Frederick, hail!
For now, beneath the Brunswick line,
Our system shall prevail,
O'er all the earth, with truths divine,
Shall Masonry extend its sway,
Till time itself shall pass away,
In unity to shine.
436
Glee 21.
Composed by Brother Kelly.
The well known sign we mark, and fly
The wound to heal — to still the sigh —
And wipe the tear from sorrow's eye.
For our's the aim is, our's the art
To meliorate the human heart;
Of wild desires to stem the flood,
And act as if of kindred blood.
436
Song 22.
Composed by Brother Kelly.
Hark! I hear the Warden call —
"Masons to your sports away;
Join the banquet in the hall;
Give your hearts a holiday!"
When around the festive bowl,
We delight in song and glee;
Gay and open is the soul,
When it feels secure and free.
Joyous as the jest goes round,
Taunt nor gibe can Masons fear;
None, by sacred pledges bound,
Prate again of what they hear.
When we toast the fair we prize,
Not a tongue shall slander tell;
Masons' hearts, by honour's ties,
Guard the sex they love so well.
And though we fill our glasses high,
Feeling still shall warm the breast;
We have not left the poor man dry —
So the cheerful cup is blest.
437
Glee 23.
Composed by Brother Attwood, for three voices.
In Masons' hearts let joy abound!
Let the fraternal health go round!
Fill up the bowl, then! — fill it high!
Fill all the goblets there! — for why
When Masons meet should they be dry:
Why, Sons of Candour[*], tell me why?
Our work is done. We've fed the poor;
We've chased the wolf from sorrow's door.
Fill up the bowl, then! — fill it high!
Fill all the goblets there! — for why
Should every mortal drink but I?
Why, Sons of Mortals, tell me why?
[*]Brother Richard Num of Adelaide, S.Australia, writes: Mention of candour, from the Charge to a Fellow Craft in the Irish Constitution:
"The first Degree is intended to enforce the duties of Fidelity, Candour, and Discretion, and thereby to safeguard the noblest principles which can adorn the human mind; the second Degree extends the plan, and develops a comprehensive system of Benevolence."
Note that in the Irish ritual the "charity charge" is given in the FC Degree, unlike other jurisdictions when it is given in the EA Degree.
429
Song 24.
Written for (and performed at) the Union of the two Grand Lodges, by Waller Rodwell Weight, Esq.; and recited by Brother Pope, of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.
The following ODE and SONGS were written for the annual meeting of the Glasgow Ayrshire Friendly Society, 25th Jan. 1820, the anniversary of the birthdate of
Robert Burns (1759-1796),
at which the cornerstone of a monument to Burns was laid by the combined Masonic Lodges of Ayrshire.
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Song 25.
[written and sung by Depute-Grand Master of Mother Lodge Kilwinning, Alexander Boswell, Esq., of Auchinleck.]
Vain thought! but had Burns ever witnessed a meeting
Of souls so congenial, and warmed with such fire,
The wild flow of fancy in ecstasy greeting,
Ah! what might have been the bold notes of his lyre?
As rays by reflection are doubled, and doubled,
His bosom had swelled to your cheering reply;
Soft sympathy soothing the heart that was troubled —
A smile for his mirth — for his sorrow a sigh.
Admired, but unaided, how dark was his story;
His struggles we know, and his efforts we prize;
From murky neglect, as the flame bursts to glory,
He rose, self-embalmed, and detraction defies.
A Ploughman he was: — would that smiles of false favour
Had never decoyed him from home and his team;
And taught all his hopes and his wishes to waver,
And, snatching reality, left him — a dream.
To rank and to title, due deference owing,
We bow, as befitting society's plan;
But, judgment awakened, and sympathy glowing,
We pass all distinctions, and rest upon — Man.
And, from the poor hind, who, his day's task completed,
With industry's pride to his hovel returns,
To him, who in royalty's splendour is seated,
If soul independent be found — 'twas in Burns.
His birth-right, his Muse! like the lark in the morning,
How blithely he carolled in praise of the fair:
With nature enraptured, and artifice scorning,
How sweet were his notes on the banks of the Ayr!
And near to that spot where his kindred dust slumbers,
And marked by the Bard on the tablets of fame,
And near the thatched shed where he first lisped in numbers,
We'll raise a proud tribute to honour his name.
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Song 26.
ANNIVERSARY ODE.
[by Bro. the Rev. Hamilton Paul of Broughton].
Thy sorrows, Ayr, are like the dews of night,
In pearly drops, o'er Nature's cheek descending,
To bid her vernal Beauty beam more bright,
The tear and smile in lovely union blending;
For, like the hymn of gratitude ascending
With incense ever-pleasing to the skies,
Thine and thy darling Poet's fame extending,
Thou hearest the voice of gratulation rise.
And, lo! on this auspicious holiday,
The Sons of Light in bright array,
With many a mystic streamer flying,
To minstrelsy with measured steps advance,
And seem at times, to weave the festive dance,
At times to shake the spear or couch the lance.
To feet unhallowed all access denying;
The while they place, by plummet, rule, and square,
Its pillars on earth, but its arch the blue skies;
The sun, moon, and every bright star as it glows,
Are emblems to us, as they set and arise.
Though Neutrals may stare
At the compass and square,
To Masons they rectitude plainly declare:
And though in our Lodge like true brothers confined,
Our souls know no limits in love to mankind.
The pure word of Him who gave life to us all,
Bade one erring mortal another to aid;
But while holy Masonry rests on our Ball,
The three hallowed maxims, here, never shall fade.
The union how blest
Which through trial and test,
Makes brotherly love in each bosom a guest!
And the vile selfish dross, by the flame that is given,
Purged clean from our hearts, brings us nearer to heaven.
Ye sons of St. Andrew, our tutelar Saint,
In proud emulation your duty pursue;
The cross ye can bear neither weary nor faint;
For what a man should do, a Scotsman can do.
Then true to each other,
Let each loyal Brother
The first germ of wrath in benevolence smother.
And blending philanthropy, mirth, song, and wine,
Accepted and Free be your banquet divine!
Songs
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Song 28.
tune: Attic Fire.
Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame!
Free-masonry aloud proclaim,
To realms and worlds unknown:
Tell them 'twas this, great David's son
The wise, the matchless Solomon,
Prized far above his throne.
The solemn temple's cloud-capt towers,
The aspiring domes are works of ours
By us those piles were raised.
Then bid mankind with songs advance,
And through the ethereal vast expanse,
Let masonry be praised.
We help the poor in time of need,
The naked clothe, the hungry feed.
'Tis our foundation stone;
We build upon the noblest plan,
For friendship rivets man to man,
And makes us all as one.
Still louder, Fame! they trumpet blow;
Let all the different regions know
Free-masonry is this;
Almighty Wisdom gave it birth,
And Heaven has fixed it here on earth,
A type of future bliss.
Song 29.
tune: He comes...
Unite, unite, your voices raise,
Loud, loudly sing Free-masons' praise;
Spread far and wide their spotless fame,
And glory in the sacred name.
Behold, behold, the upright band,
In Virtue's paths go hand in hand;
They shun each ill, they do no wrong,
Strict honour does to them belong.
How just, how just are all their ways,
Superior far to mortal praise!
Their worth, description far exceeds,
For matchless are Free-mason's deeds.
Go on, go on, ye just and true,
Still, still the same bright paths pursue;
The admiring world shall on ye gaze,
And Friendship's altar ever blaze.
Begone, begone, fly discord hence!
With party rage, and insolence!
Sweet Peace shall bless this happy band.
And Freedom smile throughout the land.
Song 30.
tune: Rule Britannia.
When earth's foundation first was laid,
By the almighty Artist's hand,
'Twas then our perfect, our perfect laws were made;
Established by his strict command.
Chorus:
Hail, mysterious; Hail, glorious Masonry
That makes us ever great and free.
In vainm mankind for shelter sought,
In vain from place to place did roam,
Until from heaven, from heaven he was taught
To plan, to build, to fix his home.
Illustrious hence we date our Art,
Which now is beauteous piles appear;
And shall to endless, to endless time impart,
How worthy and how great we are.
Nor we less famed for every tie
By which the human thought is bound;
Love, truth, and friendship, and friendship socially,
Unite our hearts and hands around.
Our actions still be virtue bless,
And to our precepts every true;
The world admiring, admiring shall request.
To learn, and our bright paths pursue.
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Song 31.
tune: Rule Britannia.
Ere God the Universe began,
In one rude chaos matter lay,
And wild disorder overran,
Nor knew of light one glimmering ray;
While, in darkness, o'er the whole
Confusion reigned without control.
Then God arose, his thunders hurled,
And bade the elements arise
In air he hung the pendent world,
And o'er it spread the azure skies;
Stars in circle caused to run,
And in the centre fixed the Sun.
Then Man he called forth out of dust,
And formed him with a living soul;
All things committed to his trust,
And made him ruler of the whole;
But, ungrateful unto Heaven,
The rebel was from Eden driven.
From thence proceeded all our woes,
Nor could mankind one comfort cheer;
Until Free-masonry arose,
And formed another Eden here;
'Tis only on Masonic ground,
Pleasure with innocence is found.
'Tis here the purest fountains flow,
Here naught corrupt can enter in;
Here trees of knowledge stately grow,
Whose fruit we taste, exempt from sin;
In friendship sweet we still abound,
While guardian Angels hover round.
Song 32.
Written by Brother Noorthouck, and sung in the Provincial Grand Lodge at Margate in Kent, June 12, 1786, by Brother Robson.
tune: Rule Britannia.
Whose sons to cherish, their ancient fame unstained
Preserve it on masonic ground:
True to your duty, your ancestors, and land,
Let Sawbridge lead a worthy band.
Away with politics and news,
Away with controversies all;
We're here united, above all party views,
And gladly hail the social call;
Fill, fill your glasses; let Sawbridge be the toast,
Long may we his protection boast!
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Song 33.
tune: Anacreontic.
by J. F. Stanfield, Sunderland.
Not the fictions of Greece, or the dreams of old Rome,
Shall with visions mislead, or with meteors consume,
No Pegasus' wings my short soarings misguide;
Nor raptures detain me on Helicon side.
All clouds now dissolve; from the east beams the day —
Truth rises in glory and wakens the lay.
The eagle-eyed Muse — sees the light — fills the grove
With the songs of Freemasons, of Friendship, and Love
Inspired with the theme, the Divinity flies,
And throned on a rainbow — before her arise
Past, Present, and Future — with splendid array,
In masonic succession, their treasures display;
She views murdered Merit by ruffian-hand fall,
And the grave give its dead up, at fellowship's call!
While the Craft, by their badges, their innocence prove;
And the song of Freemasons is Friendship and Love!
From those ages remote, see the Muse speeds her way,
To join in the glories the Present display.
In freedom and friendship, she sees the true band
With their splendour and virtues illumine the land.
Religion's pure beams break the vapours of night,
And from darkness mysterious, the Word gives the light!
While the Lodge here below, as the choirs from above,
Join the song of Freemasons in Friendship and Love!
That the Future might keep, what the Present bestows,
In rapture prophetic the goddess arose;
As she sung through the skies, angels echoed the sound,
And the winds bore the notes to the regions around;
The kind proclamation our song shall retain,
'Twas — That Masonry long may its lustre maintain
And till Time be no more, our fraternity prove,
That the objects we aim at, are Friendship and Love!
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Song 34.
Written and computed for the Masonic Meeting, by a Lady of
Bath: and sung by Brother A. Loader, at the Banquet at
Kingston Rooms.
All hail! ye dear loved social band,
That boast the glory of our land!
Whose mystic meetings ever prove
The feast of Charity and Love.
Though far apart, where'er ye tread,
Alike by one great motive led,
In heavenly union still ye move,
The friends of Charity and Love.
What though without the tempest raves,
The loyal heart each danger braves;
Within these walls no murmurs sound,
Here, Love and Peace are ever found;
Here, brother's hand to brother's joined,
Bespeaks the union of the mind:
Then fill the sparkling goblet high;
For Church and King, we live or die!
To thee, illustrious Prince, we raise
A lasting monument of praise
In hearts, from which thy honoured name
The warmest gratitude may claim;
Hearts which, in brother's love close bound,
To thee will e'er be faithful found;
And still, as now, united sing
Long live our Prince! — God save our King!
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Song 35.
tune: Rural Felicity.
Ye dull stupid mortals give over your conjectures,
Since Freemasons' secrets ye never can obtain;
The Bible and compasses are our directors,
And shall be as long as this world doth remain.
Here friendship inviting, here freedom delighting,
Our moments in innocent mirth we employ:
Chorus:
Come, see, Masons' felicity,
Working and singing with hearts full of joy.
No other Society that you can mention,
Which has been, is now, or hereafter shall be,
However commendable be its intention,
Can ever compare with divine Masonry.
No envy, no quarrels, can here blast our laurels,
No passion our pleasures can ever annoy
To aid one another we always are ready,
Our rites and our secrets we carefully guard;
The lodge to support, we like pillars are steady,
No Babel confusion our work shall retard.
Ye mortals, come hither, assemble together,
And taste of those pleasures which never can cloy.
We are to the Master for ever obedient,
Whenever he calls, to the Lodge we repair;
Experience has taught us, that 'tis most expedient
To live within compass, and act on the square.
Let mutual agreement be Freemasons' cement,
Until the whole universe Time shall destroy.
Song 36.
tune: When Phœbus the tops, &c.
While princes and heroes promiscuously fight,
And for the world's empire exert all their might,
We sit in the Lodges from danger secure,
No hardships we meet with, no pains we endure;
But each brother cheerfully joins in a song;
Our rites we renew,
Our pleasures pursue;
Thus we waft time along.
To restless ambition we never give way,
Our friends and our secrets we never betray;
Henceforth, O ye Heroes, your ravages cease,
And the laurels ye wear, to Freemasons release
Though ye won them by warfare, we claim them by peace.
They are ours, ours, ours, ours, ours;
Though ye won them by warfare, we claim them by peace.
Song 37.
tune: Hearts of Oak.
No sect in the world can with Masons compare,
So ancient, so noble the badge which they wear,
That all other Orders. however esteemed,
Inferior to Masonry justly are deemed,
Chorus:
We always are free,
And for ever agree;
Supporting each other,
Brother helps brother,
No mortals on earth are so friendly as we.
When first attic fire mortals glory became,
Though small was the spark, it soon grew to a flame;
As Phœbus celestial transcendently bright,
It spread o'er the world a fresh torrent of light.
The greatest of monarchs, the wisest of men,
Freemasonry honoured again and again;
And nobles have quitted all other delights,
With joy to preside over our mystical rites.
Though some may pretend we've no secrets to know,
Such idle opinions their ignorance show;
While others, with raptures, cry out, they're revealed,
In Freemasons' bosoms they still lie concealed.
Coxcomical pedants may say what they can,
Abuse us, ill use us, and laugh at our plan;
We'll temper our mortar, enliven our souls,
And join in a chorus over full flowing bowls.
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Song 38.
tune: Ye Lads of true Spirit, pay Courtship to Claret.
In times of old date, when (as stories relate)
Good men to the gods had admission,
When those who were grieved might with ease be relieved
By offering an humble petition;
Some few, who remained in their morals unstained,
Submissively made application,
To build a retreat, if the gods should think meet,
To shield them from wicked invasion.
Delighted to find there were yet in mankind
Some laudable sentiments planted,
Without hesitation they gave approbation,
And instant their wishes were granted.
Then for artists they sought, and famed architects brought,
Who the various employments were skilled in;
Each handled his tools, and by science and rules
They straightway proceeded to building.
Fair Wisdom began first to sketch out the plan
By which they were all to be guided;
Each order she made was exactly obeyed,
When the portion of work she divided.
The great corner-stone was by Charity done,
But Strength was the principal builder;
When for mortar they cried, 'twas by Friendship supplied,
And Beauty was carver and gilder.
Having long persevered, a grand temple they reared,
A refuge from folly and scandal,
Where all who reside are in Virtue employed,
Nor fear the attacks of a Vandal.
But if in their rage they should ever engage
In the attempt, 'twould be always prevented;
The door is so high, 'twould be madness to try,
And the walls are all strongly cemented.
The gods all agreed 'twas an excellent deed,
And, to shew the affection they bore 'em,
A treasure they gave, which the tenants still have,
Secured in the sanctum sanctorum. Thus blessed from above with a token of love,
Each brother with joy should receive it:
Safe locked in his heart, it should never depart,
Till called for by Heaven that gave it.
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Song 39.
[12th Edition] by Brother Stephen Jones.
[14nd Edition] Written by the Editor [George Oliver], and intended to have been sung at the Grand Feast, May 11,1796.
tune: Hearts of Oak.
A system more pure ne'er was modelled by man,
Than that which we boast as the Freemason's plan;
It unites all the world by the strongest of ties,
And adds to men's bliss, while it makes them more wise.
Chorus:
From the prince to the boor,
Be he rich, be he poor,
A Mason is a Brother,
And each will help the other,
So grateful the tie is of Freemasonry.
That hence flow the purest enjoyments of life,
That banished from hence are dissension and strife,
That the lessons are good which we practise and teach,
Are truths that our foes vainly strive to impeach.
The greatest of monarchs, the wisest, and best,
Have Masons become, and been true to the test;
And still with that sanction our rights are pursued,
Adrmired by the wise, and approved by the good.
This verse is in the 12th edition only.
Yet let not the "Man of our hearts" be unsung,
Nor forget the effects of his well-pleading tongue;[*] May the prayers of our orphans to Heaven ascend,
And secure its best blessings for Moira their friend!
This verse is in the 14th edition only.
To George our good king much affection we owe;
To his health let libations with due honours flow;
With zeal let "Our Royal Grand Master' be given,
And the blessings of Masons be sanctiond by Heaven.
The task were too tedious the deeds to record
Of the great and the good that our annals afford;
In a word, let us vouch for this truth to mankind,
There's no temple more pure than the true Mason's mind.
[*] Alluding to a collection of upwards of 500£ being made for the Cumberland School, after a speech of the Earl of Moira's in its behalf at a public dinner.
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Song 40.
tune: Goddess of Ease.
Genius of Masonry descend,
And with thee bring thy spotless train;
Constant our sacred rites attend,
While we adore thy peaceful reign;
Bring with thee Virtue, brightest maid,
Bring Love, bring Truth, and Friendship here;
While social Mirth shall lend her aid,
To sooth the wrinkled brow of Care.
Come, Charity, with goodness crowned,
Encircled in thy heavenly robe,
Diffuse thy blessings all around,
To every corner of the globe;
See where she comes, with power to bless,
With open hand, and tender heart,
Which wounded feels at man's distress,
And bleeds at every human smart.
Envy may every ill devise,
And Falsehood be thy deadliest foe,
Thou, Friendship, still shalt towering rise,
And sink thine adversaries low:
Thy well-built pile shall long endure,
Through rolling years preserve its prime,
Upon a rock it stands secure,
And braves the rude assaults of Time.
Ye happy few, who here extend,
In perfect lines, from east to west,
With fervent zeal the Lodge defend,
And lock its secrets in each breast:
Since ye are met upon the square,
Bid Love and Friendship jointly reign
Be Peace and Harmony your care,
Nor break the adamantine chain.
Behold the planets how they move,
Yet keep due order as they run;
Then imitate the Stars above,
And shine resplendent as the Sun:
That future Masons, when they meet,
May all our glorious deeds rehearse,
And say, their Fathers were so great,
That they adorned the universe.
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Song 41.
tune: Arno's Vale.
When my divine Althæa's charms
No more shall kindle soft alarms,
And the keen lightning of her eye
Passes unfelt, unheeded by;
When moral Beauty's heavenly form
Shall cease the frozen soul to warm;
When manners thus corrupt we see,
Farewell the sweets of Masonry!
When Science shall withdraw her light,
And Error spread a Gothic night;
When Pity's sacred source is dry,
No pearly drop to melt the eye;
When Truth shall hide her blushing head,
And famished Virtue beg her bread;
When manners thus corrupt we see,
Farewell the sweets of Masonry!
But while the fair transport our sight,
And moral Beauty's charms delight;
While Science lifts her torch on high,
And Pity thaws the melting eye;
While Truth maintains despotic power,
And Virtue charms without a dower;
While manners thus unstained we see,
All hail, the sweets of Masonry!
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Song 42.
The Deputy Grand Master's Song
On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture,
Refine on the precepts of old architecture;
High honour to Masons the Craft daily brings,
Who are brothers of princes, and fellows of kings.
We drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the stage,
Reviving the Art of Augustus' famed age;
And Vespasian destroyed the vast temple in vain,
Since so many now rise where our principles reign.
The noble five Orders, composed with such art,
Will amaze the fixed eye, and engage the whole Heart;
Proportion's sweet harmony gracing the whole,
Gives our work, like the glorious creation, a soul.
Then, Master, and brethren, preserve your great name,
The Lodge so majestic will purchase you fame;
Revered it shall stand till all nature expire,
And its glories ne'er fade till the word be on fire.
See, see, behold here, what rewards all our toil,
Invigorates genius, and bids nature smile;
To our noble Grand Master let bumpers be crowned,
To all Masons, a bumper, so let it go round.
Again, my loved brethren, again let it pass,
Our ancient firm union cements with the glass;
And all the contention 'mongst Masons shall be,
Who better can work, or who better agree.
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Song 43.
The Fellow-Craft's Song
tune: Rule Britania
Hail, Masonry, thou craft divine!
Glory of earth, from Heaven revealed;
Which doth with jewels precious shine,
From all but Masons eyes concealed:
Thy praises due, who can rehearse,
In nervous prose, or flowing verse
All Craftsmen true distinguished are,
Our code all other laws excel;
And what's in knowledge choice and rare,
Within our breasts securely dwell.
The silent breast, the faithful heart,
Preserve the secrets of the Art.
From scorching heat and piercing cold,
From beasts, whose roar the forest rends;
From the assaults of warriors bold,
The Masons' Art mankind defends.
Be to this Art due honour paid,
From which mankind receives such aid.
Ensigns of state that feed our pride,
Distinctions troublesome and vain,
By Masons true are laid aside,
Art's free-born sons such toys disdain;
Ennobled by the name they bear,
Distinguished by the badge they wear.
Sweet fellowship, from envy free,
Friendly converse of brotherhood;
The Lodge's lasting cement be,
Which has for ages firmly stood.
The Lodge thus built, for ages past
Has lasted, and shall ever last.
Then let us celebrate the praise
Of all who have enriched the Art;
Let gratitude our voices raise,
And each true brother bear a part.
Let cheerful strains their fame resound,
And living Masons' health go round.
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Song 44.
tune: In Infancy, &c.
Let Masonry from pole to pole,
Her sacred laws expand,
Far as the mighty waters roll,
To wash remotest land
That Virtue has not left mankind,
Her social maxims prove,
For stamped upon the Mason's mind
Are Unity and Love.
Ascending to her native sky,
Let Masonry increase;
A glorious pillar raised on high,
Integrity its base.
Peace adds to olive boughs, entwined,
An emblematic dove,
As stamped upon the Masons mind
Are Unity and Love.
Song 45.
'Tis Masonry unites mankind,
To generous actions forms the soul;
So strict in union we're conjoined
One spirit animates the whole.
Wherever aspiring domes arise,
Wherever sacred altars stand;
Those altars blaze up to the skies,
Those domes proclaim the Mason's hand.
The stone unshaped as lumber lies,
Till Masons' art its form refines;
So passions do our souls disguise,
Till social virtue calms our minds.
Let wretches at our manhood rail;
But those who once our judgment prove,
Will own that we who build so well,
With equal energy can love.
Though still our chief concern and care,
Be to deserve a Brother's name;
For ever mindful of the fair,
Their choicest favours still we claim.
From us pale Discord long has fled,
With all her train of mortal spite;
Nor in our lodge dares show her head,
Sunk in the gloom of endless night.
My brethren charge your glasses high,
To our Grand Master's noble name;
Our shouts shall beat the vaulted sky,
And every tongue his praise proclaim.
Song 46.
tune: God save the King.
Let Masons' fame resound
Through all the nations round,
From pole to pole;
See what felicity,
Harmless simplicity,
Like electricity,
Runs through the whole.
Such sweet variety
Ne'er had society
Ever before:
Faith, hope, and charity,
Love and sincerity,
Without temerity,
Charm more and more.
When in the lodge we're met,
And in due order set,
Happy are we:
Our works are glorious,
Deeds meritorious,
Never censorious,
But great and free.
When Folly's sons arise,
Masonry to despise,
Scorn all their spite;
Laugh at their ignorance,
Pity their want of sense,
Ne'er let them give offence,
Firmer unite.
Masons have long been free,
And may they ever be
Great, as of yore:
For many ages past,
Masonry has stood fast,
And may its glory last
Till time's no more.
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Song 47.
tune: In Infancy.
Repeat last 4 lines of each verse as chorus.
Hail, Masonry! thou sacred Art,
Of origin divine!
Kind partner of each social heart,
And favorite 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.
Though Envy's tongue should blast thy fame
And Ignorance may sneer,
Yet still thy ancient honoured 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 every Mason free."
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Song 48.
tune: Rule, Britannia.
The last two lines of each verse are chorus.
When Heaven deigned that man should know
All that was good and great below;
This was the happy, choice decree,
The blessings of Freemasonry.
Hence Peace and Friendship deign to smile,
Instructive rules the hours beguile:
In social joy and harmony
Are spent the hours of Masonry.
To Beauty's shrine they homage pay,
Its power they know, and own its sway;
And this their toast will always be,
Success to Love and Masonry.
Of modern learning, ancient lore,
Masons possess an ample store;
At faction spurn, but loyalty
Congenial is with Masonry.
When taste and genius both combine,
To shape the stone, or draw the line;
In fair proportion just and free,
All own the power of Masonry.
Whate'er in sculptured skill we prize,
Or domes are reared, or structures rise;
Such wonders ne'er mankind could see,
But from the help of Masonry.
An edifice we're proud to own,
Of wood not made, nor yet of stone;
Whose angles, squares, and symmetry,
Are emblems of Free-masonry.
It's founded on a brother's love,
Relief and Truth its pillars prove;
Its corner-stone is Charity;
The building's then Freemasonry.
By Nature reared, improved by art,
The mansion view, a Mason's heart,
Which ne'er was equalled, all agree,
When modelled by Freemasonry.
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Song 49.
tune: Mulberry Tree.
Ye sons of fair Science, impatient to learn,
What's meant by a Mason you here may discern;
He strengthens the weak, he gives light to the blind,
And the naked he clothes — is a friend to mankind.
Chorus:
All shall yield to Masonry;
Blest to thee, Blest Masonry;
Matchless was he who founded thee,
And thou, like him, immortal shalt be.
He walks on the level of Honour and Truth,
And spurns the wild passions of Folly and Youth;
The Compass and Square all his frailties reprove,
And his ultimate object is Brotherly Love.
The Temple of Knowledge he nobly doth raise,
Supported by Wisdom, and Learning its base;
When reared and adorned, strength and beauty unite,
And he views the fair structure with conscious delight.
With Fortitude blessed, he's a stranger to fears,
And governed by Prudence, he cautiously steers;
Till Temperance shews him the port of Content,
And Justice unasked, gives the sign of consent.
Inspired by his feelings, he bounty imparts,
For Charity ranges at large in our hearts;
And an indigent brother relieved from his woes,
Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows.
Thus a Mason I've drawn, and exposed to your view,
And Truth must acknowledge the figure is true;
Then members become, let's be brothers and friends,
There's a secret remaining will make you amends.
Set to Music with a grand chorus, by Brother Huquier.
When orient Wisdom beamed serene,
And pillared Strength arose;
When Beauty tinged the glowing scene,
And Faith her mansion chose;
Exulting bands the fabric viewed;
Mysterious powers adored;
And high the triple union stood,
That gave the mystic Word.
Pale Envy withered at the sight,
And, frowning o'er the pile,
Called Murder up from realms of night,
To blast the glorious toil.
With ruffian outrage joined in woe,
They form the league abhorred;
And wounded Science felt the blow
That crushed the mystic Word.
Concealment, from sequestered cave,
On sable pinions flew;
And o'er the sacrilegious grave
Her veil impervious threw.
The associate band in solemn state
The awful loss deplored;
And Wisdom mourn ed the ruthless fate
That whelmed the mystic Word,
At length through Time's expanded sphere
Fair Science speeds her way;
And, warmed by Truth's refulgence clear,
Reflects the kindred ray.
A second fabric's towering height
Proclaims the sign restored;
From whose foundation — brought to light,
Is drawn the mystic Word.
To depths obscure the favoured Trine
A dreary course engage,
Till through the arch the ray divine
Illumes the sacred page!
From the wide wonders of this blaze
Our ancient signs restored;
The Royal Arch alone displays
The long lost mystic Word.
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Song 56.
tune: Ye Lads of true Spirit, pay Courtship to Claret.
When a lodge of Freemasons
Are clothed in their aprons,
In order to make a new brother,
With firm hearts and clean hands,
They repair to their stands,
And justly support one another.
Trusty brother, take care,
Of eve-droppers beware,
'Tis a just and a solemn occasion;
Give the Word and the Blow,
That workmen may know,
There's one asks to be made a Freemason.
The Master stands due,
And his officers too,
While the craftsmen are plying their station;
The apprentices stand,
Right for the command
Of a Free and an Accepted Mason.
Now traverse your ground,
As in duty you're bound,
And revere the authentic oration,
That leads to the way,
And proves the first ray
Of the light of an Accepted Mason.
Here's Words, and here's Signs,
And here's Problems and Lines,
And here's room too for deep speculation;
Here Virtue and Truth
Are taught to the Youth,
When first he's called up to a Mason.
Hieroglyphics shine bright,
And here light reverts light
On the rules and the tools of vocation;
We work and we sing,
The Craft and the King,
'Tis both duty and choice in a Mason.
What is said or is done, is here truly laid down
In this form of our high installation;
Yet I challenge all men to know what I mean,
Unless he's an Accepted Mason.
The ladies claim right
To come into our light,
Since the Apron, they say, is their bearing;
Can they subject their will,
Can they keep their tongues still
And let talking be changed into hearing?
This difficult task
Is the least we can ask,
To secure us on sundry occasions;
When with this they'll comply,
Our utmost we'll try
To raise Lodges for Lady Freemasons.
Till this can be done,
Must each brother be mum,
Though the fair one should wheedle and teaze on;
Be just, true, and kind,
But still bear in mind
At all times that you are a Freemason.
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Song 57.
tune: Belleisle March.
Repeat last 4 lines of each verse as chorus.
In history we're told, how the Lodges of old
Arose in the East, and shone forth like the Sun:
But all must agree, that divine Masonry
Commenced when the glorious creation begun,
With glory divine; oh, long mayest thou shine,
Thou choicest of blessings, derived from above!
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love.
Judea's great king, whose vast praises we sing,
With wisdom contrived, while the Temple he planned;
The mysterious Art then took place in each heart,
And Hiram with Solomon went hand in hand:
While each royal Name was recorded in fame,
Their works Earth and Heaven did jointly approve;
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love.
Then Masons were true, and the Craft daily grew;
They lived within compass, and worked by the square;
In friendship they dwelt, no ambition they felt,
Their deeds were upright, and their consciences clear;
On this noble plan Freemasons began,
To help one another they mutually strove;
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love.
Those maxims pursue, and your passions subdue,
And imitate those worthy Masons of yore;
Fix a Lodge in each breast, be fair Virtue your guest,
Let Wisdom preside, and let Truth tile the door:
So shall we arise, to an immortal prize,
In that blissful Lodge which no time can remove;
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love.
Song 58.
by Brother John Richardson, of the Royal Brunswick Lodge, Sheffield.
Alone from Arts and Science flow
Whate'er instructs or charms the eye;
Whate'er can fill the mind with awe;
Beneath yon arched azure sky.
With heavenly true mechanic skill,
Our great Almighty Master wrought;
And in six days he did fulfil
What far surpasses human thought.
Firm in the centre fixed he
The Sun to guide the rolling spheres;
The Moon by night a light to be,
And mark us out the months and years.
What though no powerful lever's seen,
Nor axel, wheel, or pully there;
Yet they have ever constant been,
As Time and Truth to us declare.
Just so, our true Masonic fame
On lofty lasting columns stands;
Graced with a royal Brunswick's name,
And reared beneath his ruling hands.
Song 59.
Repeat last line of each verse as chorus.
How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows
With friendship, and ever most cheerfully goes,
The effects of the mysteries lodged in his breast,
Mysteries revered, and by Princes possessed.
Our friends and our bottle we best can enjoy,
No rancour or envy our quiet annoy,
Our plumb-line and compass, our square and our tools,
Direct all our actions in Virtues fair rules.
To Mars and to Venus we're equally true,
Our hearts can enliven, our arms can subdue,
Let the enemy tell, and the ladies declare,
No class or profession with Masons compare;
To give a fond lustre we ne'er need a crest,
Since Honor and Virtue remain in our breast,
We'll charm the rude world when we clap, laugh, and sing,
If so happy a Mason, say who'd be a King.
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Song 60.
by Brother John Richardson, of the Royal Brunswick Lodge, Sheffield.
tune: A Rose Tree in full bearing.
"O what a happy thing it is,
Brethren to dwell in unity!"
Whilst every action's squared by this,
The true base-line of Masonry,
Our plumb-rule fixéd to the point,
The Angle of Uprightness shows
From side to side, from joint to joint,
By steps the stately mansion rose.
Whate'er the order of the plan,
The parts will with the whole agree;
For, by a geometric man,
The work is done in symmetry.
From East to West, from North to South,
Far as the foaming billows roll;
Faith, Hope, and silver-braided Truth,
Shall stamp with worth the Mason's soul.
But, chiefest come, sweet Charity,
Meek, tender, hospitable guest;
Aided by those, inspired by thee,
How tranquil is the Mason's breast!
An olive branch thy forehead binds,
The gift that peerless Prudence gave;
An emblem of congenial minds,
And such masonic brethren have.
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Song 61.
The Farewell
To the brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton.
by Robert Burns.
tune: Good night, and joy be wi' you a'.
Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu!
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy!
Though I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, though far awa'!
Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night;
Oft, honour'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of light
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever saw;
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far awa'!
May Freedom, Harmony, and Love,
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th' omniscient eye above,
The glorious Architect divine!
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still rising, by the plummet's law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa'!
And you, farewell! whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to wear;
Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request - permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a',
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, "The Bard that's far awa'!"
Song 62.
As long as our coast shall with whiteness appear,
Still Masons stand foremost in verse;
While Harmony, Friendship, and Joys are held dear,
New bands shall our praises rehearse.
Chorus:
Though lodges less favoured, less happy, decay,
Destroyed by old Time as he runs;
Though Albions, Gregorians, and Bucks, fade away,
Still Masons shall live, shall live in their sons.
If Envy attempt our success to impede,
United we'll trample her down;
If Faction should threaten, we'll show we're agreed,
And Discord shall own we are one.
While with ardour we glow this our Order to raise,
Promoting its welfare and peace,
Old Masons return our endeavours to praise,
And new ones confirm the increase.
Go on, cry our parents, for Time is your friend,
His flight shall increase your renown;
And Mirth shall your guest be, and Bacchus attend,
And joy all your meetings shall crown.
Song 63.
On the Revival of Masonry in Cornwall.
tune: Vicar of Bray.
Repeat last 6 lines of each verse as chorus.
When Masonry expiring lay,
By knaves and fools rejected,
Without one hope, one cheering ray,
By worthless fools neglected;
Fair Virtue fled,
Truth hung her head,
O'erwhelmed in deep confusion;
Sweet Friendship too
Her smiles withdrew
From this blest Institution.
Cornubia's sons determined then
Freemasonry to cherish,
They roused her into life again,
And bid fair Science flourish.
Now Virtue bright,
Truth robed in white,
With Friendship hither hastens,
All go in hand,
To bless the band
Of upright Cornish Masons.
Since Masonry's revived once more,
Pursue her wise directions,
Let Circumspection go before,
And Virtue square your actions;
Unite your hands
In Friendship's bands,
Supporting one another;
With honest heart,
Fair Truth impart,
To every faithful brother.
Let coxcombs grin, and critics sneer,
While we are blythe and jolly,
Let sops despise the badge we wear,
We laugh at all their folly;
Let empty fools
Despise our rules,
By Jove we ne'er will heed 'em;
Say what they will,
We're Masons still,
And will support our freedom.
But may kind Heaven's gracious hand
Still regulate each action;
May every lodge securely stand
Again the storms of faction,
May Love and Peace
Each day increase
Throughout this happy nation,
May they extend,
Till all shall end
In one great conflagration.
Song 64.
Sung at a Provincial Grand Lodge for the County of Cornwall, held at Truro on the Festival of St. John the Baptist, 24th June, 1779.
tune: Casino.
Come, ye Masons, hither bring
The tuneful pipe and pleasing string,
Exalt each voice,
Aloud rejoice,
And make the spacious concave ring.
Chorus:
Let your hearts be blythe and gay,
Joy and mirth let all display,
No dull care
Shall enter here,
For this is Masons' holiday.
Friendship here has fixed her seat,
And Virtue finds a calm retreat;
Go tell the fool,
'Tis Wisdom's school,
Where Love and Honour always meet.
Social pleasures here invite,
To fill the soul with sweet delight,
While hand in hand
Our friendly band
In Love and Harmony unite.
May we oft assemble here,
And long the badge of honour wear,
May joy abound,
And we be found
For ever faithful and sincere.
Take the flowing glass in hand,
And drink to your Provincial Grand,
Long may he reign,
The cause maintain,
And lodges flourish through the land.
Song 65.
by J. Bisset, Steward of St. Albans Lodge, and Provincial G.S. for the County of Warwick.
A Mason's life's the life for me,
With joy we meet each other,
We pass our time with mirth and glee,
And hail each friendly brother:
In lodge no party-feuds are seen,
But careful we in this agree,
To banish care or spleen.
The Master's call, we one and all
With pleasure soon obey;
With heart and hand we ready stand,
Our duty still to pay.
But when the glass goes round,
Then mirth and glee abound,
We're all happy to a man:
Chorus:
We laugh a little, we drink a little,
We work a little, we play a little,
We sing a little, are merry a little,
And swig the flowing can.
See in the east the Master stands,
The Wardens south and west, Sir,
Both ready to obey commands,
Find work, or give us rest, Sir.
The signal given, we all prepare,
With one accord obey the word,
To work by rule or square
Or if they please, the ladder raise,
Or plum the level line;
Thus we employ our time with joy,
Attending every sign.
But when the glass goes round,
Then mirth and glee abound,
We're all happy to a man;
The Almighty said, "Let there be light,"
Effulgent rays appearing
Dispelled the gloom, the glory bright
To this new world was cheering;
But unto Masonry alone,
Another light, so clear and bright,
In mystic rays then shone;
From east to west it spread so fast,
That, Faith and Hope unfurled,
We hail with joy sweet Charity,
The darling of the world.
Then while the toast goes round,
Let mirth and glee abound,
Let's be happy to a man;
The lines in these verses repeated in a pattern of a,b,a,b,c,d,e,d,e,c. All the duplicate lines have been cut out here.
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Song 66.
tune: From the East breaks the Morn.
Whilst each poet sings
Of great princes and kings,
To no such does my ditty belong;
'Tis freedom I praise,
That demands all my lays,
And Masonry honours my song.
Within compass to live,
Is a lesson we give,
Which none can deny to be true;
All our actions to square,
To the time we take care,
And Virtue we ever pursue;
On a level we are,
All true brothers share
The gifts which kind Heaven bestows;
In friendship we dwell;
None but Masons can tell
What bliss from such harmony flows;
In our mystical school,
We must all work by rule,
And our secrets we always conceal;
Then let's sing and rejoice,
And unite every voice,
With fervency, freedom, and zeal;
Then each fill a glass,
Let the circling toast pass,
And merrily send it around;
Let us Masonry hail,
May it ever prevail,
With success may it ever be crowned!
Song 67.
by Brother Stanfield.
tune: Contented I am, and contented I'll be.
Grave business being closed — 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.
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 polished graces improve on the Sire —
May the arts flourish fair from his smile —
And long our Grand Master, with wisdom and fire,
Give beauty and strength to the pile!
As the ruby-lipped wine its soft spirit imparts,
Louder strains and fresh ardours abound:
What a glow of true pleasure enlivens our hearts,
When our honoured Provincial goes round.
The absent we claim, though dispersed round the ball —
The silent and secret, our friends —
And one honoured guest, at our magical call,
From the grave of concealment ascends.
Immortal the strain, and thrice-awful the hand,
That our rites and libations controls;
Like the sons of Olympus, 'midst thunders we stand,
And with mysteries ennoble our bowls.
What a circle appears, when the border entwines —
How grapple the links to each soul!
'Tis the zodiac of friendship embellished with signs,
And illumed by the star in the pole.
Thus cemented by laws, unseen and unknown,
The universe hangs out its frame:
And, thus secretly bound, shall our structure be shown,
Till creation shall be but a name.
Song 68.
tune: Balance a Straw.
When the Sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes,
And the sky-lark melodiously bids us arise;
With our hearts full of joy, we the summons obey,
Straight repair to our work, and to moisten our clay.
On the trassel our Master draws angles and lines,
There with freedom and fervency forms his designs;
Not a picture on earth is so lovely to view,
All his lines are so perfect, his angles so true.
In the West see the Wardens submissively stand,
The Master to aid, and obey his command;
The intent of his signals we perfectly know,
And we ne'er take offence when he gives us a blow.
In the Lodge, sloth and dulness we always avoid,
Fellow-crafts and apprentices all are employed;
Perfect ashlers some finish, some make the rough plain,
All are pleased with their work, and are pleased with their gain.
When my Master I've served seven years, perhaps more,
Some secrets he'll tell me I ne'er knew before;
In my bosom I'll keep them as long as I live,
And pursue the directions his wisdom shall give.
I'll attend to his call both by night and by day,
It is his to command, and 'tis mine to obey;
Whensoe'er we are met, I'll attend to his nod,
And I'll work till high twelve, then I'll lay down my hod.