Transcription Notes:

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:, 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.


page i




By the late


PAST MASTER OF THE LODGE OF ANTIQUITY, acting by immemorial constitution.

The Fourteenth Edition,

copious notes, illustrative and explanatory.


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
&c. &c. &c.
Most Worshipful Grand Master.







Shackell and Baylis, Johnson's-Court, Fleet Street.

Dedication page from the 1775 2nd Edition.

To The
Right Honorable



of the

Ancient And Honourable Society



These Illustrations

Are, With The Greatest Respect,

By His Lordship's

Most Obedient

       Servant, and Brother,


Dedication page from the 1795 9th Edition.

To The
Right Honorable



of the

Ancient And Honourable Society



This Treatise is,

with the Greatest Respect,

By His Lordship's

Most Obedient

       Servant and Brother,


Dedication page from the 1812 12th Edition.

To The
Right Honorable



of the Society of Free-Masons,
and the Living Pattern of
Rank, Talents, and Moral Excellence,

This Improved Edition
a Well-Known Treatise
with Due Deference,
Most Humbly Inscribed;

By His Lordship's

Most Devoted Servant,

       and Brother,


Dedication page from the 1829 14th Edition.

His Royal Highness


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
Ancient Freemasons of England;


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

His Royal Highness's

Most Devoted Humble Servant,




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 <link rel="stylesheet" href="MPS.css" type="text/css"><script src="MPS.js"></script></head> <p class=note>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.</p> <div class=tpage>xxiii-xxiv</div> <h1>Table of Contents</h1> <dl><table style='margin:0 -15%'> <tr CLASS=l><th>No. <th><img style='width:22em;height:0'> <th>2nd <th>9th <th>10th <th>12th <th>14th <tr><th colspan=2 class=c>ODES. <td><td><img style='width:4em;height:0'><td><img style='width:6em;height:0'><td><td><img style='width:6em;height:0'> <tr><td> 1.<td><a href=#i01>Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command <td>I. 275 <td>I. <td>I. 369 <td>I. <td>I. 419 <tr><td> 2.<td><a href=#i02>What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung <td>- <td>II. <td>II. 370 <td>II. <td>II. 420 <tr><td> 3.<td><a href=#i03>Order is Heaven's first law: through boundless space <td>- <td>- <td>III. 373 <td>III. <td>III. 422 <tr><td> 4.<td><a href=#i04>When first the golden morn aloft, <td>- <td>- <td>IV. 374 <td>IV. <td>IV. 422 <tr><td> 5.<td><a href=#i05>Thou fairest type of excellence divine, <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>V. <td>V. 424 <tr><td> 6.<td><a href=#i06>Strike to melodious notes the golden lyre! <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>VI. <td>VI. 425 <tr><td> 7.<td><a href=#i07>Wake the lute and quivering strings, <td>II. 278 <td>- <td>V. 376 <td>VII. <td>VII. 426 <tr><td> 8.<td><a href=#i08>Almighty Sire! our heavenly king, <td>- <td>- <td>VI. 377 <td>VIII. <td>VIII. 427 <tr><td> 9.<td><a href=#i09>Hail, universal Lord! <td>- <td>- <td>VII. 378 <td>IX. <td>IX. 428 <tr><td>10.<td><a href=#i10>Assist me, ye fair tuneful Nine, <td>- <td>- <td>VIII. 379 <td>X. <td>X. 428 <tr><td>11.<td><a href=#i11>Urania, hail! to thee we sing, <td>- <td>- <td>IX. 380 <td>XI. <td>- <tr><td>12.<td><a href=#i12>Arise, gentle Muse, and thy wisdom impart <td>- <td>- <td>X. 381 <td>XII. <td>- <tr><th colspan=2>ANTHEMS. <tr><td>13.<td><a href=#i13>Grant us, kind Heaven! what we request, <td>I. 279 <td>I. <td>I. 381 <td>I. <td>- <tr><td>14.<td><a href=#i14>By Mason's Art the aspiring dome <td>II. 280 <td>II. <td>II. 382 <td>II. <td>- <tr><td>15.<td><a href=#i15>"Let there be light!" the Almighty spoke, <td>- <td>III. <td>III. 383 <td>III. <td>I. 434 <tr><td>16.<td><a href=#i16>To Heaven's high Architect all praise, <td>- <td>- <td>IV. 383 <td>IV. <td>II. 435 <tr><th colspan=6>ANTHEMS, GLEES, &c. performed at the Union. <tr><td>17.<td><a href=#i17>Behold! how good a thing it is, <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Anthem. 435 <tr><td>18.<td><a href=#i18>Mountains may fall and rocks decay, <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Song. 435 <tr><td>19.<td><a href=#i19>Lo! see from Heaven the peaceful dove <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Glee. 436 <tr><td>20.<td><a href=#i20>Royal Augustus, Frederick, hail! <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Chorus. 436 <tr><td>21.<td><a href=#i21>The well known sign we mark, and fly <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Glee. 436 <tr><td>22.<td><a href=#i22>Hark! I hear the Warden call <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Song. 436 <tr><td>23.<td><a href=#i23>In Masons' hearts let joy abound! <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Glee. 437 <tr><td>24.<td><a href=#i24>Oh for a hand, whose magic power. <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Ode XI. 429 <tr><th colspan=6>ODE and SONG, &c. performed at Burns Day. <tr><td>25.<td><a href=#i25>Vain thought! but had Burns ever witnessed a meeting <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Song V. 440 <tr><td>26.<td><a href=#i26>Thy sorrows, Ayr, are like the dews of night, <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>Ode XII. 433 <tr><td>27.<td><a href=#i27>The glories of Masonry who shall disclose? <td>-<td>-<td>-<td>-<td>- <tr><th colspan=2>SONGS. <tr><td>28.<td><a href=#i28>Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! <td>I. 280 <td>I. <td>I. 384 <td>I. <td>I. 437 <tr><td>29.<td><a href=#i29>Unite, unite, your voices raise, <td>II. 281 <td>II. <td>II. 385 <td>II. <td>- <tr><td>30.<td><a href=#i30>When earth's foundation first was laid, <td>III. 282 <td>III. <td>III. 385 <td>III. <td>- <tr><td>31.<td><a href=#i31>Ere God the Universe began <td>- <td>- <td>IV. 386 <td>IV. <td>II. 438 <tr><td>32.<td><a href=#i32>While trifles lead the world astray <td>- <td>- <td>V. 387 <td>V. <td>- <tr><td>33.<td><a href=#i33>Not the fictions of Greece, or the dreams of old Rome, <td>- <td>- <td>VI. 388 <td>VI. <td>III. 439 <tr><td>34.<td><a href=#i34>All hail! ye dear loved social band <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>IV. 439 <tr><td>35.<td><a href=#i35>Ye dull stupid mortals give over your conjectures, <td>- <td>- <td>VII. 390 <td>VII. <td>VI. 441 <tr><td>36.<td><a href=#i36>While princes and heroes promiscuously fight, <td>- <td>- <td>VIII. 391 <td>VIII. <td>- <tr><td>37.<td><a href=#i37>No sect in the world can with Masons compare, <td>- <td>- <td>IX. 391 <td>IX. <td>- <tr><td>38.<td><a href=#i38>In times of old date, when (as stories relate) <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>VII. 442 <tr><td>39.<td><a href=#i39>A system more pure ne'er was modeled by man, <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>X. <td>VIII. 443 <tr><td>40.<td><a href=#i40>Genius of Masonry, descend <td>IV. 283 <td>- <td>X. 392 <td>XI. <td>IX. 443 <tr><td>41.<td><a href=#i41>When my divine Althæa's charms <td>- <td>- <td>XI. 394 <td>XII. <td>X. 444 <tr><td>42.<td><a href=#i42>On, on, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture, <td>V. 284 <td>- <td>XII. 394 <td>XII. <td>XI. 445 <tr><td>43.<td><a href=#i43>Hail, Masonry, thou craft divine! <td>VI. 285 <td>- <td>XIII. 395 <td>XIV. <td>XII. 446 <tr><td>44.<td><a href=#i44>Let Masonry from pole to pole <td>VII. 287 <td>- <td>XIV. 397 <td>XV. <td>XIII. 447 <tr><td>45.<td><a href=#i45>'Tis Masonry unites mankind, <td>VIII. 287 <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>-<!--this: ...So strict in union... others ...In friendly converse...--> <tr><td>46.<td><a href=#i46>Let Mason's fame resound <td>IX. 289 <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <tr><td>47.<td><a href=#i47>Hail, Masonry! thou sacred Art <td>- <td>- <td>XXVII. 412 <td>XVI. <td>XIV. 447 <tr><td>48.<td><a href=#i48>When Heaven deigned, that man should know <td>- <td>- <td>XV. 397 <td>XVII. <td>XV. 448 <tr><td>49.<td><a href=#i49>Ye sons of fair Science, impatient to learn, <td>- <td>- <td>XVI. 398 <td>XVIII.<td>XVI. 449 <tr><td>50.<td><a href=#i50>Hail, Masonry divine! <td>X. 290 <td>- <td>XVII. 400 <td>XIX. <td>XVII. 449 <tr><td>51.<td><a href=#i51>Let drunkards boast the power of wine <td>XI. 291 <td>- <td>XVIII. 400 <td>XX. <td>XVIII. 450 <tr><td>52.<td><a href=#i52>Come, let us prepare <td>XII. 292 <td>- <td>XIX. 402 <td>XXI. <td>XIX. 451 <tr><td>53.<td><a href=#i53>To all who Masonry despise <td>XIII. 294 <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <tr><td>54.<td><a href=#i54>Ye thrice happy few <td>XIV. 295 <td>- <td>XX. 403 <td>XXII. <td>- <tr><td>55.<td><a href=#i55>When orient Wisdom beamed serene, <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>XX. 452 <tr><td>56.<td><a href=#i56>When a Lodge of Freemasons <td>XV. 297 <td>- <td>XXI. 405 <td>XXIII.<td>XXI. 453 <tr><td>57.<td><a href=#i57>In history we're told,how the Lodges of old <td>- <td>- <td>XXII. 406 <td>XXIV. <td>XXII. 454 <tr><td>58.<td><a href=#i58>Alone from Arts and Science flow <td>- <td>- <td>XXIII. 408 <td>- <td>- <tr><td>59.<td><a href=#i59>How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows <td>XVI. 298 <td>- <td>- <td>- <td>- <tr><td>60.<td><a href=#i60>O, what a happy thing it is, <td>- <td>- <td>XXXII. 419 <td>XXV. <td>XXIII. 455 <tr><td>61.<td><a href=#i61>Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! <td>- <td>- <td>XXIV. 409 <td>XXVI. <td>XXIV. 456 <tr><td>62.<td><a href=#i62>As long as our coast shall with whiteness appear, <td>- <td>- <td>XXV. 410 <td>XXVII.<td>- <tr><td>63.<td><a href=#i63>When Masonry expiring lay, <td>- <td>- <td>XXVI. 411 <td>XXVIII.<td>- <tr><td>64.<td><a href=#i64>Come, ye Masons, hither bring <td>- <td>- <td>XXVIII. 413<td>XXIX. <td>- <tr><td>65.<td><a href=#i65>A Mason's life's the life for me, <td>- <td>- <td>XXIX. 414 <td>XXX. <td>- <tr><td>66.<td><a href=#i66>Whilst each poet sings <td>- <td>- <td>XXX. 416 <td>XXXI. <td>- <tr><td>67.<td><a href=#i67>Grave business being closed, and a call from the south <td>- <td>- <td>XXXI. 417 <td>XXXII.<td>- <tr><td>68.<td><a href=#i68>When the Sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes, <td>XVII. 299 <td>- <td>XXXIII. 419<td>XXXIII.<td>- </table></dl><br> <script><!-- navBar()//--></script> <p class=note><i>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, </i>"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." <div class=tpage>276 (2nd)</div> <h2>ADVERTISEMENT.</h2 310> <p>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. </p><br> <div class=tpage>419</div> <dl> <h1>MASONIC POETRY:</h1> <p class=c>A <h3>COLLECTION</h3> <p class=c>of <h2>ODES, ANTHEMS, AND SONGS.</h2> <hr width=25%> </dl><br> <div class=tpage>419</div> <h2 id=i01>Ode 1.</h2> <p class=byline>by Mr. Cunningham. <dl>Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command <br>The gentle Arts in glad obedience stand: <br>Hail, sacred Masonry, of source divine, <br>Unerring sovereign of the unerring line: <br>Whose plumb of truth, with never-failing sway, <br>Makes the joined parts of symmetry obey: <br>Whose magic stroke bids confusion cease, <br>And to the finished Orders gives a place: <br>Who rears vast structures from the womb of earth, <br>and gives imperial cities glorious birth. <br> <br>To work of art her merit not confined, <br>She regulates morals, squares the mind; <br>Corrects with care the sallies of the soul, <br>And points the tide of passions where to roll; <br>On virtue's tablet marks her moral rule, <br>And forms her Lodge an universal school; <br>Where Nature's Mystic laws unfolded stand, <br>and Sense and Science joined go hand in hand. <br> <br>O may her social rules instructive spread, <br>Till Truth erect her long-neglected head! <br>Till through deceitful night she dart her ray, <br>And beam full glorious in the blaze of day! <br>Till men by virtuous maxims learn to move, <br>Till all the peopled world her laws approve, <br>And Adam's race are bound in Brother's love. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>420</div> <h2 id=i02>Ode 2.</h2> <p class=byline>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. <dl> <h3>Strophe.</h3> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung. <br>When heavenly lyres, by angel fingers strung, <br>Accorded to the immortal lay, <br>That hymned Creation's natal day! <br> <div class=chorus>Recitative, accompanied.</div> <br>'Twas then the shouting sons of morn <br>Blessed the great Omnific word; <br>Abashed, hoarse jarring atoms heard, <br>Forgot their pealing strife, <br>And softly crowded into life, <br>When Order, Law, and Harmony were born <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus.</div> <br>The mighty Master's pencil warm, <br>Traced out the shadowy form, <br>And bid each fair proportion grace, <br>Smiling Nature's modest face. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Heaven's rarest gifts were seen to join <br>To deck a finished form divine, <br>And fill the Sovereign Artist's plan; <br>The Almighty's image stamped the glowing frame <br>And sealed him with the noblest name, <br>Archetype of beauty, Man. <br><br> <h3>Antistrophe.</h3> <div class=chorus>Semi-Chorus And Chorus.</div> <br>Ye spirits pure, that roused the tuneful throng. <br>And loosed to rapture each triumphant tongue <br>Again with quick instinctive fire, <br>Each harmonious lip inspire: <br>Again bid every vocal throat <br>Dissolve in tender, votive strain. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Now while yonder white-robed<sup title="the Brethren in their white aprons">[*]</sup> train <br>Before the mystic shrine. <br>In lowly adoration join <br>Now sweep the living lyre, and swell the melting note. <br> <div class=chorus>Recitative, accompanied.</div> <br>Yet, ere the holy rites begin, <br>The conscious shrine within <br>Bid your magic song impart. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>How within the wasted heart, <br>Shook by passion's ruthless power, <br>Virtue trimmed her faded flower <br>To opening buds of fairest fruit: <br>How from majestic Nature's glowing face <br>She caught each animating grace, <br>And planted there the immortal root. <br><br> <h3>Epode</h3> <div class=chorus>Recitative, accompanied.</div> <br>Daughter of gods, fair Virtue, if to thee <br>And thy bright sister Universal Love, <br>Soul of all good, ever flowed the soothing harmony <br>Of pious gratulation; from above <br>To us, thy duteous votaries impart <br>Preference divine. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>The sons of antique Art, <br>In high mysterious jubilee, <br>With pæan loud, and solemn rite, <br>Thy holy step invite, <br>And court thy listening ear, <br>To drink the cadence clear <br>That swells the choral symphony. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus.</div> <br>To thee, by foot profane untrod <br>Their votive hands have reared the high abode. <br> <div class=chorus>Recitative.</div> <br>Here shall your impulse kind <br>Inspire the tranced mind: <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>And lips of Truth shall sweetly tell <br>What heavenly deeds befit, <br>The soul by Wisdom's lesson smit; <br>What praise he claims, who nobly spurns, <br>Gay vanities of life, and tinsel joys, <br>For which unpurged fancy burns. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus.</div> <br>What pain he shuns, who dares be wise; <br>What glory wins, who dares excel! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>422</div> <h2 id=i03>Ode 3.</h2> <p class=byline>Performed at every meeting of the Grand Chapter of <i>Harodim</i>. <br>Written by Brother Noorthouck. <br>Set to music by Companion Webbe. <br>Sung by Companions Webbe, Gore, and Page. <dl> <h3>Opening.</h3> <br>Order is Heaven's first law: through boundless space <br>Unnumbered orbs roll round their destined race; <br>On earth, as strict arrangements still appear, <br>Suiting the varying seasons of the year: <br>Beneficence divine presents to view <br>Its plenteous gifts to man, in order true; <br>But chief a mind, these blessings to improve, <br>By arts, by science, by fraternal love. <br><br> <h3>Division.</h3> <br>When men exalt their views to Heaven's high will, <br>With steady aim their duty to fulfil, <br>The mind expands, its strength appears, <br>Growing with their growing years, <br>Mounting the apex of masonic skill. <br>Be this the earnest purpose of our lives, <br>Success must crown the man who nobly strives! <br><br> <h3>Conclusion.</h3> <br>Loud let us raise our swelling strains, <br>And Harodim proclaim, <br>Of excellence the name; <br>Good-will to all, love to each other, <br>The due of every skilful brother, <br>Who worthily our ancient lore maintains. <br>Indulgence in pleasure, <br>By prudence we measure; <br>And, cheerfully parting, exchange an adieu; <br>Till we meet with fresh vigour, our tacks to renew. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>422</div> <h2 id=i04>Ode 4.</h2> <p class=byline>Performed at Coachmakers Hall. Written by Mr. Brown. Set to music by Mr. Remy. <dl> <div class=chorus>Recitative.</div> <br>When first the golden morn aloft, <br>With maiden breezes whispering soft; <br>Sprung from the east with rosy wing, <br>To kiss the heavenly first-born spring; <br>Jehovah then, from hallowed earth, <br>Gave Masonry immortal birth; <br>'Twas then the new creation rung, <br>And thus the Host of Heaven sung: <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Hail, hail, O hail, thou source of love, <br>Great Artist of this goodly frame! <br>The earth and sea, the sky above, <br>Thou formest to try immortal fame! <br> <div class=chorus>Semi-Chorus.</div> <br>To thee, our Sire, <br>The cherub choir <br>The air move with seraphic found, <br>Ye breezes sweet, <br>The cadence meet, <br>And wast it o'er the hallowed ground. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Ten thousand orbial beauties bright, <br>Which long confused in chaos lay, <br>Thou broughtest them forth to give delight, <br>And make the face of Heaven gay. <br> <div class=chorus>Semi-Chorus.</div> <br>To thee, our Sire, &c. <br> <div class=chorus>Recitative.</div> <br>'Twas thus the Heavens in concert rung, <br>While Nature kind from chaos sprung, <br>Brought forth her tender infant green, <br>And flowery sweets, to deck the scene <br>To finish then the Artist's plan, <br>Of purest mould he formed the Man; <br>Then gave him an immortal soul, <br>And bid him live, and rule the whole; <br>While angels, from their golden shrine <br>Sung with angelic strains divine: <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Happy, happy mortals rise, <br>Taste with us immortal joys, <br>Blooming on yon sacred tree, <br>Planted by the Deity, <br>The hallowed fruit is Masonry. <br>Far beyond the pregnant sky, <br>There the hopes of Masons lie, <br>Masons happy choice above, <br>Masons every blessing prove, <br>Friendship, harmony, and love. <br> <div class=chorus>Recitative.</div> <br>Since perfect love and power divine <br>First gave our science birth, <br>So friendship shall our hearts entwine, <br>And harmonize the earth; <br>Behold the virgin hither flies, <br>To crown us with her blissful joys. <br> <div class=chorus>Air.</div> <br>Blooming as fair Eden's bower, <br>Friendship, goddess heavenly bright, <br>Dropping in a balmy shower, <br>Breathing concord and delight; <br>Each Mason feels the sacred fire <br>Glow with ardour in his heart; <br>The flame inspires him with desire <br>To relieve each other's smart. <br> <div class=chorus>Full Chorus.</div> <br>From Heaven since such blessings flow, <br>Let every Mason while below <br>Our noble science here improve; <br>'Twill raise his soul to realms above, <br>And make his lodge - a lodge of love. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>424</div> <h2 id=i05>Ode 5.</h2> <p class=byline>by Mr. Thomas Dermody. <dl>Thou fairest type of excellence divine, <br>Whose social links the race of man combine, <br>Whose awful mandates coward vice control, <br>And breathe through nature one enlightened soul; <br>From thy mild sway benignant virtues rise, <br>Pour on the heart, and emulate the skies; <br>From thy sage voice sublime Instruction springs, <br>While Knowledge waves her many-coloured wings, <br>And star-eyed Truth, and Conscience, holy zest, <br>Enthrone <i>True Feeling</i> in the glowing breast. <br>Then deign the labour of thy sons to guide, <br>Over each full line in nervous sense preside, <br>Adorn each verse, each manly thought inflame, <br>And what we gain from <i>Genius</i> give to <i>Fame</i>. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>4</div> <h2 id=i06>Ode 6.</h2> <p class=byline>by Mr. William Walker. <dl> <dt>Strike to melodious notes the golden lyre! <dd>Spread wide to all around the ardent flame, <dt>Till each rapt bosom catch the sacred fire, <dd>And join the glorious theme! <dd class=c>'Tis Masonry, <dd class=c>The Art sublimely free, <dt>Where Majesty has bowed, and <a title='admitted'>owned</a> a Brother's name! <dd class=dbl>Through ample domes wide let the chorus roll, <dd class=dbl>Responsive to the ardour of the soul. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div><br> <dd class=in3>Hail! inspiring Masonry! <dd class=dbl>To thy shrine do myriads bend; <dd class=in3>Yet more glorious shalt thou be, <dd class=dbl>Till o'er the world thy power extend. <dd>Still to the sons of Earth thy Light dispense, <dd>And all shall own thy sacred influence. <br><br> <dt>Though Genius fires, yet faint his rays appear, <dd>Till thy mysterious lore the soul refine; <dt>'Tis thou to noblest heights his thoughts must rear, <dd>And make them doubly thine. <dd class=c>O Masonry! <dd class=c>Thou Art sublimely free! <dt>'Tis thou exaltest the man, and makest him half divine. <dd class=dbl>Ye Masons, favoured men, your voices raise! <dd class=dbl>You speak your glory while you sing its praise. <br><br> <dt>Blest be the man, and blest he is, who bears <dd>With virtuous pride a Mason's sacred name; <dt>And may each Brother, who the blessing shares, <dd>Enrich the list of Fame. <dd class=c>Blest Masonry! <dd class=c>Thou Art sublimely free! <dt>Heaven bids thy happy sons, and they thy worth proclaim <dd class=dbl>With loud assent! their cheerful voices raise, <dd class=dbl>Their great, immortal Masonry to praise. <br><br> <dt>The tower sky-pointing, and the dome sublime, <dd>Raised by the mystic rules and forming power, <dt>Shall long withstand the iron tooth of Time, <dd>Yet still their fall is sure <dd class=c>But Masonry, <dd class=c>The Art sublimely free, <dt>Founded by God himself, through time shall firm endure. <dd class=dbl>Still shall its sons their grateful voices raise, <dd class=dbl>And joyful sound their Great Grand Master's praise. <br> <div class=chorus>Final Chorus:</div><br> <dd class=in3>At thy shrine, O Masonry! <dd class=dbl>Shall admiring nations bend; <dd class=in3>In future times thy sons shall see <dd class=dbl>Thy fame from pole to pole extend. <dd>To worlds unknown thy heaven-born Light dispense, <dd>And systems own thy sacred influence. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>426</div> <h2 id=i07>Ode 7.</h2> <dl>Wake the lute and quivering strings, <br>Mystic truths <a title='In Greek mythology, Urania was the muse of astronomy and astrology.'>Urania</a> brings; <br>Friendly visitant, to thee <br>We owe the depths of Masonry; <br>Fairest of the virgin choir, <br>Warbling to the golden lyre, <br>Welcome; here thy Art prevail! <br>Hail! divine Urania, hail! <br> <br>Here in Friendship's sacred bower, <br>The downy-winged and smiling hour, <br>Mirth invites, and social Song, <br>Nameless mysteries among: <br>Crown the bowl, and fill the glass, <br>To every virtue, every grace, <br>To the Brotherhood resound <br>Health, and let it thrice go round <br> <br>We restore the times of old, <br>The blooming glorious age of gold; <br>As the new creation free, <br>Blest! with gay <a title='One of the 3 Graces, Euphrosyne was goddess of good cheer, joy, mirth and merriment.'>Euphrosyne</a>; <br>We with godlike Science talk, <br>And with fair <a title='Astræa, goddess of Justice, last immortal to flee earth, became Virgo'>Astræa</a> walk; <br>Innocence adorns the day, <br>Brighter than the smiles of May. <br> <br>Pour the rosy wine again, <br>Wake a louder, louder strain; <br>Rapid zephyrs, as ye fly, <br>Waft our voices to the sky; <br>While we celebrate the Nine, <br>And the wonders of the Trine, <br>While the Angels sing above, <br>As we below, of Peace and Love. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>427</div> <h2 id=i08>Ode 8.</h2> <p class=byline>For an Exaltation of Royal Arch Masons. <p class=byline>by Brother Dunckerley. <br>tune: Rule, Britannia. <dl>Almighty Sire! our heavenly king, <br>Before whose sacred name we bend, <br>Accept the praises which we sing, <br>And to our humble prayer attend! <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>All hail, great architect divine! <br>This universal frame is thine. <br> <br>Thou who didest Persia's king command, <br>A proclamation to extend, <br>That Israel's sons might quit his land, <br>Their holy temple to attend. <br> <br>That sacred place where three in one, <br>Comprised thy comprehensive name; <br>And where the bright meridian sun <br>Was soon thy glory to proclaim. <br> <br>Thy watchful eye, a length, of time, <br>The wondrous circle did attend <br>The glory and the power be thine, <br>Which shall from age to age descend. <br> <br>On thy omnipotence we rest, <br>Secure of thy protection here; <br>And hope hereafter to be blest, <br>When we have left this world of care. <br> <br>Grant us, great God, thy powerful aid, <br>To guide us through this vale of tears; <br>For where thy goodness is displayed, <br>Peace soothes the mind, and pleasure cheers. <br> <br>Inspire us with thy grace divine, <br>Thy sacred law our guide shall be <br>To every good our hearts incline, <br>From every evil keep us free. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>428</div> <h2 id=i09>Ode 9.</h2> <p class=byline>by Brother Dunckerley. <p class=byline>For solemn ceremonies. <br>tune: God save the King. <dl>Hail, universal Lord! <br>By heaven and earth adored; <br>All hail! great God! <br>Before thy Name we bend, <br>To us thy grace extend, <br>And to our prayer attend. <br>All hail! great God! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>428</div> <h2>Ode 10.</h2> <p class=byline>set to music by Dr. Arnold. <p class=byline>tune: My fond Shepherd. <dl>Assist me, ye fair tuneful Nine, <br>Euphrosyne, grant me thy aid, <br>While the honours I sing of the Trine, <br>Preside o'er my number, blithe maid! <br>Cease clamour and faction, oh cease, <br>Fly hence all ye cynical train; <br>Disturb not the Lodge's sweet peace, <br>Where silence and secrecy reign. <br> <br>Religion untainted here dwells, <br>Here the morals of Athens are taught; <br>Great Hiram's tradition here tells <br>How the world out of chaos was brought. <br>With fervency, freedom, and zeal, <br>Our Master's commands we obey; <br>No cowan our secrets can steal, <br>No babbler our mysteries betray. <br> <br>Here Wisdom her standard displays, <br>Here nobly the sciences shine; <br>Here the temple's vast column we raise, <br>And finish a work that's divine. <br>Illumed from the East with pure light, <br>Here arts do their blessings bestow; <br>And all perfect, unfold to the sight, <br>What none but a Mason can know. <br> <br>If on earth any praise can be found, <br>Any virtue unnamed in my song; <br>Any grace in the universe round, <br>May these to a Mason belong! <br>May each brother his passions subdue, <br>Proclaim charity, concord, and love; <br>And be hailed by the thrice happy few <br>Who preside in the Grand Lodge above! </dl><br> <h2>Ode 11.</h2> <dl> <dt>Urania, hail! to thee we sing, <dd>And all with pleasure own the lay; <dt>Which from thy sacred fountain spring, <dd>To clad the free-born sons of day; <dt>O still attend our meetings here, <dt>With peace serene, and joy sincere. <br><br> <dt>True joys unrushed, and calm repose, <dd>In friendship's sacred band behold, <dt>The happy recompense of those <dd>Who laws and liberty uphold; <dt>Who scorn all base, unmanly views; <dt>From vice refrain, and virtue choose. <br><br> <dt>May each Freemason good and true, <dd>In Britain's Isle be ever found; <dt>And in remotest regions too, <dd>May love and harmony abound; <dt>And all confess true Wisdom's power, <dt>Till Time and Masons are no more. </dl><br> <h2>Ode 12.</h2> <dl>Arise, gentle Muse, and thy wisdom impart <br>To each bosom that glows with the love of our Art; <br>For the bliss that from thy inspiration accrues, <br>Is what all should admire, and each Mason pursues. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>Hence Harmony springs, 'tis the cement of love, <br>Fair freedom on earth and bright union above. <br>Though malice our joy should attempt to control, <br>Though discord around like an ocean should roll; <br>To the one we'll be deaf, to the other be blind, <br>For wisdom alone is the strength of the mind. <br> <br>The bright charms of beauty for ever will shine, <br>Our Art to adorn with a lustre divine, <br>Till Time, circling round, shall unfold the great truth, <br>Which thus has united the sage and the youth. </dl><br> <dl><hr> <h1>Anthems</h1><hr> </dl><br> <h2 id=i13>Anthem 13.</h2> <dl>Grant us, kind Heaven! what we request, <br>In Masonry let us be blest; <br>Direct us to that happy place <br>Where Friendship smiles in every face: <br>Where Freedom and sweet Innocence <br>Enlarge the mind and cheer the sense. <br> <br>Where sceptered Reason, from her throne, <br>Surveys the Lodge, and makes us one; <br>And Harmony's delightful sway <br>Forever sheds ambrosial day: <br>Where we blest Eden's pleasures taste, <br>While balmy joys are our repast. <br> <br>No prying eye can view us here; <br>No fool or knave disturb our cheer: <br>Our well-formed laws set mankind free, <br>And give relief to misery: <br>The poor, oppressed with woe and grief, <br>Gain from our bounteous hands relief. <br> <br>Our Lodges the social Virtues grace, <br>And Wisdom's rules we fondly trace; <br>While Nature open to our view, <br>Points out the paths we should persue <br>Let us subsist in lasting peace, <br>And may our happiness increase! </dl><br> <h2 id=i14>Anthem 14.</h2> <dl> <dt>By Mason's Art the aspiring dome <dd>On stately columns shall arise, <dt>All climates are their native home, <dd>Their godlike actions reach the skies. <dt>Heroes and kings revere their name <dt>While poets sing their lasting fame. <br><br> <dt>Great, noble, generous, good, and brave; <dd>All virtues they must justly claim; <dt>Their deeds shall live beyond the grave, <dd>And those unborn their praise proclaim, <dt>Time shall their glorious acts extol, <dt>While love and friendship charm the soul. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>434</div> <h2 id=i15>Anthem 15.</h2> <dl> <dt>"Let there be light," — the Almighty spoke, <dt>Refulgent streams from chaos broke, <dd>To illume the rising earth! <dt>Well pleased the Great Johavah stood <dt>The Power Supreme pronounced it good, <dd>And gave the planets birth! <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div><br> <dt>In choral numbers Masons join, <dt>To bless and praise this light divine. <br><br> <dt>Parent of light! accept our praise! <dt>Who sheddest on us thy brightest rays, <dd>The light that fills his mind <dt>By choice selected, lo! we stand. <dt>By friendship joined, a social band! <dd>That love, that aid mankind! <br><br> <dt>The widow's tear — the orphan's cry — <dt>All wants our ready hands supply, <dt>As far as power is given. <dt>The naked clothe — the prisoner free — <dt>These are thy works, sweet Charity, <dt>Revealed to us from Heaven. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>435</div> <h2 id=i16>Anthem 16.</h2> <p class=byline>by Henry Dagge, Esq. <br>sung at the founding of Freemasons' Hall. <p class=byline>tune: Rule, Britannia. <dl> <br>To Heaven's high Architect all praise, <br>All praise, all gratitude be given; <br>Who deigned the human soul to raise, <br>By mystic secrets sprung from Heaven. <br> <br>Chorus. <br>Sound aloud the Great Jehovah's praise; <br>To him the dome, the temple raise. </dl><br> <dl><hr> <h3>The following ANTHEMS, GLEES, &c., were performed at</h3><h2>the Union</h2> <h3>[of the Moderns and Antients Grand Lodges, 27 December 1813].</h3> <p class=c>[At the Union, the Grand Masters of both Grand Lodges were sons of King George III: Prince <b>Edward Augustus</b>, Duke of Kent (1767–1820), was GM of the Antients, while Prince <b>Augustus Frederick</b>, 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 <b>Brunswick</b>.] <hr> <p class=byline>(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.). </dl><br> <div class=tpage>435</div> <h2 id=i17>Anthem 17.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Wesley. <dl>Behold! how good a thing it is, <br>And how becoming well, <br>For Brethren, such as Masons are, <br>In Unity to dwell. <br> <br>Oh! 'tis like ointment on the head; <br>Or dew on Sion hill; <br>For then, the Lord of Hosts hath said, <br>Peace shall be with you still. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>435</div> <h2 id=i18>Song 18.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Kelly. <dl>Mountains may fall and rocks decay, <br>And isle on isle be swept away — <br>But Masonry's primeval truth, <br>Unbroke by force, unchanged by time, <br>Shall bloom in renovated youth, <br>And energy sublime. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>436</div> <h2 id=i19>Glee 19.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Kelly. <dl>Lo! see from Heaven the peaceful dove <br>With Olive-branch descend! <br>Augustus shall with Edward join, <br>All rivalry to end; <br>And taught by their fraternal love, <br>Our arms our hearts shall intertwine, <br>The union to approve. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>436</div> <h2 id=i20>Chorus 20.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Kelly. <dl>Royal Augustus, Frederick, hail! <br>For now, beneath the Brunswick line, <br>Our system shall prevail, <br>O'er all the earth, with truths divine, <br>Shall Masonry extend its sway, <br>Till time itself shall pass away, <br>In unity to shine. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>436</div> <h2 id=i21>Glee 21.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Kelly. <dl>The well known sign we mark, and fly <br>The wound to heal — to still the sigh — <br>And wipe the tear from sorrow's eye. <br>For our's the aim is, our's the art <br>To meliorate the human heart; <br>Of wild desires to stem the flood, <br>And act as if of kindred blood. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>436</div> <h2 id=i22>Song 22.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Kelly. <dl>Hark! I hear the Warden call — <br>"Masons to your sports away; <br>Join the banquet in the hall; <br>Give your hearts a holiday!" <br> <br>When around the festive bowl, <br>We delight in song and glee; <br>Gay and open is the soul, <br>When it feels secure and free. <br> <br>Joyous as the jest goes round, <br>Taunt nor gibe can Masons fear; <br>None, by sacred pledges bound, <br>Prate again of what they hear. <br> <br>When we toast the fair we prize, <br>Not a tongue shall slander tell; <br>Masons' hearts, by honour's ties, <br>Guard the sex they love so well. <br> <br>And though we fill our glasses high, <br>Feeling still shall warm the breast; <br><i>We </i>have not left the poor man dry — <br>So the cheerful cup is blest. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>437</div> <h2 id=i23>Glee 23.</h2> <p class=byline>Composed by Brother Attwood, for three voices. <dl>In Masons' hearts let joy abound! <br>Let the fraternal health go round! <br>Fill up the bowl, then! — fill it high! <br>Fill all the goblets there! — for why <br>When Masons meet should they be dry: <br>Why, Sons of Candour<sup title="see below">[*]</sup>, tell me why? <br> <br>Our work is done. We've fed the poor; <br>We've chased the wolf from sorrow's door. <br>Fill up the bowl, then! — fill it high! <br>Fill all the goblets there! — for why <br>Should every mortal drink but I? <br>Why, Sons of Mortals, tell me why? </dl> <p class=note><sup>[*]</sup> <i>Brother Richard Num of Adelaide, S.Australia, writes: </i>Mention of candour, from the Charge to a Fellow Craft in the Irish Constitution: <span><p>"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."</p> 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. </span></p><br> <div class=tpage>429</div> <h2 id=i24>Song 24.</h2> <p class=byline>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. <dl> <h3>Strophe I.</h3> <dt>Oh for a hand, whose magic power <dd>Might wake the lyre of other days <dd>To lofty and immortal lays, <dd>Such as, in bold majestic swell, <dd>Burst from the Theban's classic shell, <dd class=dbl>Where through Olympia's consecrated shade, <dd class=in3>Alpheus rolls his turbid course, <dd>That lingered oft those shades among, <dd>And listened to the mighty song; <dd class=in4>Or those melodious strains, <dd class=in3>Whose gentle but resistless force <dd class=dbl>Bœotia's very rocks obeyed <dd class=in4>What time amidst her wild and desert plains, <dt>The sacred dome and high embattled tower <dd class=dbl>In self-compacted order rose, <dd>And taught the wondering sons of Greece, <dd class=dbl>Unfelt before, the happiness that flows <dd>From social union, harmony, and peace. <br><br> <h3>Antistrophe I.</h3> <dt>Or rather, for that holy ecstasy, <dd>Which bade the Royal Bard of Jesse's line <dt>Attune his harp's inspired minstrelsy <dd>To songs of seraphim and themes divine; <dt>For, while in this auspicious hour, <dd>Our hands and hearts we thus unite, <dd class=dbl>And seek in closer folds to bind <dd class=in3>The compact of fraternal love, <dd class=in3>The vow which Angels might approve, <dd class=dbl>Of peace and charity to all mankind; <dd class=in3>While taught by Faith, before the throne <dd class=dbl>Of heaven's High Architect we bend, <dd class=in3>With hope that rests on Him alone, <dd class=dbl>While stars like these their radiance blend, <dt>Their genial influence deign to pour <dd>On this our high and solemn rite; <dt>Like Sion's hallowed strain the song should rise <dt>That wafts our grateful tribute to the skies. <br><br> <h3>Epode I.</h3> <dt>Vain is the hope — no Master's hand <dd>Today explores the breathing lyre; <dd>No gifted bard whose Heaven-imparted fire, <dt>Subdues the yielding soul to his command; <dd>But simple are the votive lays, <dd>That breathe our gratitude and praise <dt>To that creative Power, <dd>Whose wisdom sketched the vast design <dd class=dbl>Of Nature's universal plan; <dd class=in3>Whose mighty fiat over the realms of night, <dd class=in3>Shed the first glories of eternal light; <dd class=in4>Whose spirit, hovering on the vast profound, <dd class=in5>Laid the foundation sure, and wide <dd>By Truth's unerring geometric line, <dd class=in5>Above, below, on every side, <dd class=in4>Life, harmony, and beauty breathed around; <dd class=dbl>The orbs of Heaven their circling course began; <dt>And angels hailed Creation's natal hour. <br><br> <h3>Strophe II.</h3> <dt>One last and greatest work remained, <dd>Hushed was the strain; in silent awe <dd>The host of Heaven with wonder saw <dd>The cold and senseless mass that lay, <dd>Unformed, amidst its native clay, <dd class=dbl>Now kindling with a spark divine, <dd class=in3>True to the laws of that mysterious spell, <dd>Which binds in one concordant chain <dd>The earth, the air, the ambient main, <dd class=in4>Its latent powers unfold — <dd class=in3>Each limb in due proportion swell, <dd class=dbl>In beauteous symmetry combine <dd class=in4>To frame a structure of immortal mould. <dt>But when in this fair form its Maker deigned <dd>To breathe an intellectual soul; <dd class=dbl>Then first the angelic hymn began, <dd>Which the bright spheres still echo as they roll, <dd class=dbl>Glory to God in Heaven, and peace to man. <br><br> <h3>Antistrophe II.</h3> <dt>And shall the heir of immortality, <dd>Alone regardless of this high behest, <dt>Quench the celestial glow of charity <dd>Which heavenly love hath kindled in his breast? <dt>Perverting reason's holy light, <dd>Deny the Power by which 'twas given? <dd class=dbl>Or arrogantly deem it just, <dd class=in3>To close with wild fanatic hate <dd class=in3>Fair Mercy's everlasting gate, <dd class=dbl>Against his erring brother of the dust? <dd class=in3>Far, far from such unhallowed strife, <dd class=in4>In man a kindred soul we view; <dd class=in3>To all who share the ills of life <dd class=in4>Our pity and relief are due: <dt>Nor ask we what religious rite <dd>Conveys his orisons to Heaven, <dt>Enough for us if comfort we impart, <dt>Or soothe the anguish of a breaking heart. <br><br> <h3>Epode II.</h3> <dt>Lo, where our silent emblems breathe <dd>Their sacred influence o'er the soul, <dd>In mystic order ranged: while round the whole <dt>A starry zone the sister virtues wreathe. <dd>Ye, who by compass, square, and line, <dd>Those hidden truths can well divine, <dt>To all besides unknown. <dd>In each symbolic form portrayed — <dd class=dbl>Ye, who with firm undaunted mind, <dd class=in3>Have pierced the vaulted cavern's awful gloom <dd class=in3>And marked the holy secrets of the tomb; <dd class=in4>Still let your actions to the world proclaim, <dd class=in5>The secret lessons of our art, <dd>By whatsoever mystic rite conveyed, <dd class=in5>The rules of moral life impart; — <dd class=in4>Nourish bright charity's ætherial flame; <dd class=dbl>And breathing love and peace to all mankind, <dt>Like incense rise at Heaven's eternal throne. <br><br> <h3>Strophe III. — Irregular.</h3> <dt>Fair Queen of science, nurse of every art <dd>That crowns the happiness of social life, <dd>Whose dictates from the desolating strife <dt>Of warring passions, purify the heart — <dd>In every clime, through every age, <dd>The Prince, the Poet, and the Sage <dd>Have knelt before thy hallowed shrine; <dd>And nations owned thy origin divine. — <br><br> <dt>Great <a title='Hermes Trismegistus'>Hermes</a>, founder of the Memphic rite; <dd>And <a title='Mithraism was a mystery religion and an initiatory order'>Mithras</a> erst through Persia's realm revered; <dd class=dbl>And he, who to Eleusis bore <dd class=dbl>The treasures of thy mystic lore, <dd class=in3>But chiefly those by holy truths inspired; <dd class=dbl>The chosen servant of the living God <dd class=dbl>Who Sinai's holy precinct trod, <dd class=in3>And he, with love of sacred wisdom fired, <dd class=dbl>The Mighty Prince, whose pious hand, <dt>To the eternal fount of truth and light <dd>That holy temple reared, <dd class=dbl>The pride and wonder of Judea's land — <dt>His great and comprebensive mind <dt>A nobler edifice designed, <dd>That time and envy should defy — <dt>Founded on truth's eternal base, <dt>Vast as the ample bounds of space, <dd>And sacred to fraternal unity. <br><br> <h3>ANTISTROPHE III. — IRREGULAR.</h3> <dt>Long were the task, and arduous, to recount <dd>What streams deriving from the sacred source <dt>Of Sion's pure and unpolluted fount, <dd>Through every clime have rolled their devious course — <dt>From where Phœnicia greets the eastern tide. <dd>To fair <a title='Italian city where Pythagoras founded his school'>Crotona</a>'s western towers; <dd>Or where, amidst Athenian bowers, <dt><a title='Athenian river and demi-god.'>Ilissus</a> bids his waters glide <dt>In gentle course to meet the Ægean main; <dd>Or how, in later times, 'midst dire alarms, <dd>When fierce contending nations rushed to arms, <dt>And deluged Palestine's ensanguined plain, <dt>The vanquished victor cast aside his sword, <dd>Yielding his stubborn pride to thy command, <dt>With humble soul the God of Peace adored, <dd>And turned repentant to his native land. <br><br> <dt>Yes; from that memorable hour, <dt>The Western world has owned thy power, <dd>And though Ambition's frantic strife <dd>Will sometimes blast the joys of life, <dt>Thy influence bade her feudal discords cease, <dt>And taught her sons the nobler arts of Peace. <dt>Before the brightness of thine orient ray, <dd>The Shades of Prejudice and Error fled, <dd>And languid Science raised her drooping head, <dt>To greet the fervid blaze of thy advancing day. <br><br> <h3>EPODE III. — IRREGULAR.</h3> <dt>Alas! that ever a cloud should rise, <dd>To dim the glories of thy name — <dd class=dbl>Or little jealousies divide <dd class=dbl>The souls by kindred vows allied; — <dd class=dbl>But see! while thus our rites we blend, <dd class=dbl>The mingled sacrifice ascend, <dd>And borne to Heaven in one united name <dt>Chase every lingering shadow from the skies. <br><br> <dt>And as the sea-worn mariner, <dt>When darkness shrouds each guiding star, <dd>With transport greets the polar orb of light, <dd>Piercing the murky veil of night; <dd>Or those <a title='Gemini, brothers Castor & Pollux, protectors of sailors'>twin stars</a>, whose milder beams assuage <dd>The tempest in its wildest rage, <dd>And pours his tributary strain <dd>To the propitious Rulers of the main; <dd>Such joy is ours: be such the lay <dd>That celebrates this happy day. <dt>Join then, ye sons of Art, in triumph join! <dt>To hail the <a title='King George III.'>Ruling Star</a> of Brunswick's Royal line. <br><br> <dd>And ye <a title='at the Union, the Grand Masters of both Grand Lodges were sons of King George III.'>fraternal stars</a>, whose gentle sway <dd>Our severed powers have gloried to obey, <dd class=dbl><a title='Prince Edward Augustus, Duke of Kent (1767–1820), GM of the Antients.'>Edward</a>! <a title='Prince Augustus Frederick, Duke of Sussex (1813-1843), GM of the Moderns and UGLE.'>Augustus</a>! Hail! Illustrious names! <dd>Whose Princely Souls confess a nearer tie <dd>Than birth and kindred blood alone supply, <dd class=dbl>Accept the tribute each so justly claims: <dd>While thus our former pledges we renew <dd>Of grateful homage and affection true. <dd class=dbl>And though to one alone be given <dd>To bear the ensign of supreme command, <dd>And rule our free united band; <dd class=dbl>In all our orisons to Heaven <dt>Your blended names shall still be found, <dt>To both the votive goblet shall be crowned; <dt>And both, while life and memory remain, <dt>Hold in our grateful hearts your undivided reign. </dl><br> <dl><hr> <h3>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</h3><h2>Robert Burns (1759-1796),</h2><h3>at which the cornerstone of a monument to Burns was laid by the combined Masonic Lodges of Ayrshire.</h3> <hr> </dl><br> <div class=tpage>440</div> <h2 id=i25>Song 25.</h2> <p class=byline>[written and sung by Depute-Grand Master of Mother Lodge Kilwinning, Alexander Boswell, Esq., of Auchinleck.] <dl>Vain thought! but had Burns ever witnessed a meeting <br>Of souls so congenial, and warmed with such fire, <br>The wild flow of fancy in ecstasy greeting, <br>Ah! what might have been the bold notes of his lyre? <br> <br>As rays by reflection are doubled, and doubled, <br>His bosom had swelled to your cheering reply; <br>Soft sympathy soothing the heart that was troubled — <br>A smile for his mirth — for his sorrow a sigh. <br> <br>Admired, but unaided, how dark was his story; <br>His struggles we know, and his efforts we prize; <br>From murky neglect, as the flame bursts to glory, <br>He rose, self-embalmed, and detraction defies. <br> <br>A Ploughman he was: — would that smiles of false favour <br>Had never decoyed him from home and his team; <br>And taught all his hopes and his wishes to waver, <br>And, snatching reality, left him — a dream. <br> <br>To rank and to title, due deference owing, <br>We bow, as befitting society's plan; <br>But, judgment awakened, and sympathy glowing, <br>We pass all distinctions, and rest upon — Man. <br> <br>And, from the poor hind, who, his day's task completed, <br>With industry's pride to his hovel returns, <br>To him, who in royalty's splendour is seated, <br>If soul independent be found — 'twas in Burns. <br> <br>His birth-right, his Muse! like the lark in the morning, <br>How blithely he carolled in praise of the fair: <br>With nature enraptured, and artifice scorning, <br>How sweet were his notes on the banks of the Ayr! <br> <br>And near to that spot where his kindred dust slumbers, <br>And marked by the Bard on the tablets of fame, <br>And near the thatched shed where he first lisped in numbers, <br>We'll raise a proud tribute to honour his name. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>433</div> <h2 id=i26>Song 26.</h2> <h2>ANNIVERSARY ODE.</h2> <p class=byline>[by Bro. the Rev. Hamilton Paul of Broughton]. <dl> <dt>Thy sorrows, Ayr, are like the dews of night, <dd>In pearly drops, o'er Nature's cheek descending, <dt>To bid her vernal Beauty beam more bright, <dd>The tear and smile in lovely union blending; <dt>For, like the hymn of gratitude ascending <dd>With incense ever-pleasing to the skies, <dt>Thine and thy darling Poet's fame extending, <dd>Thou hearest the voice of gratulation rise. <br><br> <dt>And, lo! on this auspicious holiday, <dt>The <i>Sons of Light</i> in bright array, <dd>With many a <i>mystic streamer flying,</i> <dt>To minstrelsy with measured steps advance, <dt>And seem at times, to weave the festive dance, <dt>At times to shake the spear or couch the lance. <dd>To feet unhallowed all access denying; <dt>The while they place, by plummet, rule, and square, <dt>The corner-stone predestined to bear <dt>The precious monumental pile, <dt>Of Ayr the glory, and the boast of Kyle. <br><br> <dt>Though frail the fabric which you raise <dt>The Poet's memory to prolong, <dt>Compared with that which speaks his praise, <dt>The energy divine of song; <dt>Yet still our gratitude is due, <dt>Thrice loved, thrice honoured friends, to you <dd>Who bid the beauteous structure rise; <dt>And as our fond regrets were one, <dt>When <a title='poetic name for Kyle, a district of Ayr.'>Coila</a> wept her favourite son, <dd>So in your joys we sympathize, <dt>When the whole world of taste and feeling turns <dt>Its gaze, with rapture ever new, on Burns. </dl><br> <h2 id=i27>Song 27.</h2> <p class=byline>by Alexander Boswell. <p class=byline>tune: To Anacreon In Heaven. <dl> <dd>The glories of Masonry who shall disclose? <dt>Its <i>pillars </i>on earth, but its <i>arch </i>the blue skies; <dd>The sun, moon, and every bright star as it glows, <dt>Are emblems to us, as they set and arise. <dd class=dbl>Though <i>Neutrals </i>may stare <dd class=dbl>At the compass and square, <dd>To Masons they rectitude plainly declare: <dt>And though in our Lodge like true brothers confined, <dt>Our souls know no limits in love to mankind. <br><br> <dt>The pure word of Him who gave life to us all, <dd>Bade one erring mortal another to aid; <dt>But while holy Masonry rests on our Ball, <dd>The three hallowed maxims, here, never shall fade. <dd class=dbl>The union how blest <dd class=dbl>Which through trial and test, <dd>Makes brotherly love in each bosom a guest! <dt>And the vile selfish dross, by the flame that is given, <dt>Purged clean from our hearts, brings us nearer to heaven. <br><br> <dt>Ye sons of St. Andrew, our tutelar Saint, <dd>In proud emulation your duty pursue; <dt>The cross ye can bear neither weary nor faint; <dd>For what a man should do, a Scotsman can do. <dd class=dbl>Then true to each other, <dd class=dbl>Let each loyal Brother <dd>The first germ of wrath in benevolence smother. <dt>And blending philanthropy, mirth, song, and wine, <dt>Accepted and Free be your banquet divine! </dl><br> <dl><hr> <h1>Songs</h1><hr> </dl><br> <div class=tpage>437</div> <h2 id=i28>Song 28.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Attic Fire.<!--first lines of Attic Fire by Thomas Arne "When all the Attic Fire was fled, And all the Roman Virtue dead, Fair Freedom lost her Seat..."--> <dl> <dt>Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! <dt>Free-masonry aloud proclaim, <dt>To realms and worlds unknown: <dd>Tell them 'twas this, great David's son <dd>The wise, the matchless Solomon, <dt>Prized far above his throne. <br><br> <dt>The solemn temple's cloud-capt towers, <dt>The aspiring domes are works of ours <dt>By us those piles were raised. <dd>Then bid mankind with songs advance, <dd>And through the ethereal vast expanse, <dt>Let masonry be praised. <br><br> <dt>We help the poor in time of need, <dt>The naked clothe, the hungry feed. <dt>'Tis our foundation stone; <dd>We build upon the noblest plan, <dd>For friendship rivets man to man, <dt>And makes us all as one. <br><br> <dt>Still louder, Fame! they trumpet blow; <dt>Let all the different regions know <dt>Free-masonry is this; <dd>Almighty Wisdom gave it birth, <dd>And Heaven has fixed it here on earth, <dt>A type of future bliss. </dl><br> <h2 id=i29>Song 29.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: He comes... <dl>Unite, unite, your voices raise, <br>Loud, loudly sing Free-masons' praise; <br>Spread far and wide their spotless fame, <br>And glory in the sacred name. <br> <br>Behold, behold, the upright band, <br>In Virtue's paths go hand in hand; <br>They shun each ill, they do no wrong, <br>Strict honour does to them belong. <br> <br>How just, how just are all their ways, <br>Superior far to mortal praise! <br>Their worth, description far exceeds, <br>For matchless are Free-mason's deeds. <br> <br>Go on, go on, ye just and true, <br>Still, still the same bright paths pursue; <br>The admiring world shall on ye gaze, <br>And Friendship's altar ever blaze. <br> <br>Begone, begone, fly discord hence! <br>With party rage, and insolence! <br>Sweet Peace shall bless this happy band. <br>And Freedom smile throughout the land. </dl><br> <h2 id=i30>Song 30.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Rule Britannia. <dl>When earth's foundation first was laid, <br>By the almighty Artist's hand, <br>'Twas then our perfect, our perfect laws were made; <br>Established by his strict command. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>Hail, mysterious; Hail, glorious Masonry <br>That makes us ever great and free. <br>In vainm mankind for shelter sought, <br>In vain from place to place did roam, <br>Until from heaven, from heaven he was taught <br>To plan, to build, to fix his home. <br> <br>Illustrious hence we date our Art, <br>Which now is beauteous piles appear; <br>And shall to endless, to endless time impart, <br>How worthy and how great we are. <br> <br>Nor we less famed for every tie <br>By which the human thought is bound; <br>Love, truth, and friendship, and friendship socially, <br>Unite our hearts and hands around. <br> <br>Our actions still be virtue bless, <br>And to our precepts every true; <br>The world admiring, admiring shall request. <br>To learn, and our bright paths pursue. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>438</div> <h2 id=i31>Song 31.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Rule Britannia. <dl> <dt>Ere God the Universe began, <dd>In one rude chaos matter lay, <dt>And wild disorder overran, <dd>Nor knew of light one glimmering ray; <dt>While, in darkness, o'er the whole <dt>Confusion reigned without control. <br><br> <dt>Then God arose, his thunders hurled, <dd>And bade the elements arise <dt>In air he hung the pendent world, <dd>And o'er it spread the azure skies; <dt>Stars in circle caused to run, <dt>And in the centre fixed the Sun. <br><br> <dt>Then Man he called forth out of dust, <dd>And formed him with a living soul; <dt>All things committed to his trust, <dd>And made him ruler of the whole; <dt>But, ungrateful unto Heaven, <dt>The rebel was from Eden driven. <br><br> <dt>From thence proceeded all our woes, <dd>Nor could mankind one comfort cheer; <dt>Until Free-masonry arose, <dd>And formed another Eden here; <dt>'Tis only on Masonic ground, <dt>Pleasure with innocence is found. <br><br> <dt>'Tis here the purest fountains flow, <dd>Here naught corrupt can enter in; <dt>Here trees of knowledge stately grow, <dd>Whose fruit we taste, exempt from sin; <dt>In friendship sweet we still abound, <dt>While guardian Angels hover round. </dl><br> <h2 id=i32>Song 32.</h2> <p class=byline>Written by Brother Noorthouck, and sung in the Provincial Grand Lodge at Margate in Kent, June 12, 1786, by Brother Robson. <br>tune: Rule Britannia. <dl> <dt>While trifles lead the world astray, <dd>And vice seduces giddy youth; <dt>Rejoice, my brethren, in this auspicious day, <dd>That guides a steady few to truth; <dt>Raise, raise your voices, ye Kentish Masons all, <dt>'Tis <a title="Colonel Jacob Sawbridge of Canterbury, Provincial GM for the county of Kent (1785-1794)">Sawbridge</a> rules, obey his call. <br><br> <dt>Shall Masonry through Britain spread, <dd>And flourish every where but here? <dt>Forbid it, Virtue! while you our footsteps lead, <dd>Kent foremost shall in worth appear; <dt>Huzza, my brethren! to Sawbridge raise the song, <dt>Our grateful strains to him belong. <br><br> <dt>When Harold's crown the Norman gained, <dd>In Kent a hardy race he found; <dt>Whose sons to cherish, their ancient fame unstained <dd>Preserve it on masonic ground: <dt>True to your duty, your ancestors, and land, <dt>Let Sawbridge lead a worthy band. <br><br> <dt>Away with politics and news, <dd>Away with controversies all; <dt>We're here united, above all party views, <dd>And gladly hail the social call; <dt>Fill, fill your glasses; let Sawbridge be the toast, <dt>Long may we his protection boast! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>439</div> <h2 id=i33>Song 33.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Anacreontic. <br>by J. F. Stanfield, Sunderland. <dl>Not the fictions of Greece, or the dreams of old Rome, <br>Shall with visions mislead, or with meteors consume, <br>No <a title="flying horse, whose hoof struck open the spring Hippocrene.">Pegasus'</a> wings my short soarings misguide; <br>Nor raptures detain me on <a title="Greek mountain, site of Hippocrene spring and home of the Muses.">Helicon</a> side. <br>All clouds now dissolve; from the east beams the day — <br>Truth rises in glory and wakens the lay. <br>The eagle-eyed Muse — sees the light — fills the grove <br>With the songs of Freemasons, of Friendship, and Love <br> <br>Inspired with the theme, the Divinity flies, <br>And throned on a rainbow — before her arise <br>Past, Present, and Future — with splendid array, <br>In masonic succession, their treasures display; <br>She views murdered Merit by ruffian-hand fall, <br>And the grave give its dead up, at fellowship's call! <br>While the Craft, by their badges, their innocence prove; <br>And the song of Freemasons is Friendship and Love! <br> <br>From those ages remote, see the Muse speeds her way, <br>To join in the glories the Present display. <br>In freedom and friendship, she sees the true band <br>With their splendour and virtues illumine the land. <br>Religion's pure beams break the vapours of night, <br>And from darkness mysterious, the Word gives the light! <br>While the Lodge here below, as the choirs from above, <br>Join the song of Freemasons in Friendship and Love! <br> <br>That the Future might keep, what the Present bestows, <br>In rapture prophetic the goddess arose; <br>As she sung through the skies, angels echoed the sound, <br>And the winds bore the notes to the regions around; <br>The kind proclamation our song shall retain, <br>'Twas — <i>That Masonry long may its lustre maintain <br>And till Time be no more, our fraternity prove, <br>That the objects we aim at, are Friendship and Love!</i> </dl><br> <div class=tpage>439</div> <h2 id=i34>Song 34.</h2> <p class=byline>Written and computed for the Masonic Meeting, by a Lady of Bath: and sung by Brother A. Loader, at the Banquet at Kingston Rooms. <dl>All hail! ye dear loved social band, <br>That boast the glory of our land! <br>Whose mystic meetings ever prove <br>The feast of Charity and Love. <br> <br>Though far apart, where'er ye tread, <br>Alike by one great motive led, <br>In heavenly union still ye move, <br>The friends of Charity and Love. <br> <br>What though without the tempest raves, <br>The loyal heart each danger braves; <br>Within these walls no murmurs sound, <br>Here, Love and Peace are ever found; <br> <br>Here, brother's hand to brother's joined, <br>Bespeaks the union of the mind: <br>Then fill the sparkling goblet high; <br>For Church and King, we live or die! <br> <br>To thee, illustrious Prince, we raise <br>A lasting monument of praise <br>In hearts, from which thy honoured name <br>The warmest gratitude may claim; <br>Hearts which, in brother's love close bound, <br>To thee will e'er be faithful found; <br>And still, as now, united sing <br>Long live our Prince! — God save our King! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>441</div> <h2 id=i35>Song 35.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Rural Felicity. <dl>Ye dull stupid mortals give over your conjectures, <br>Since Freemasons' secrets ye never can obtain; <br>The Bible and compasses are our directors, <br>And shall be as long as this world doth remain. <br>Here friendship inviting, here freedom delighting, <br>Our moments in innocent mirth we employ: <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>Come, see, Masons' felicity, <br>Working and singing with hearts full of joy. <br> <br>No other Society that you can mention, <br>Which has been, is now, or hereafter shall be, <br>However commendable be its intention, <br>Can ever compare with divine Masonry. <br>No envy, no quarrels, can here blast our laurels, <br>No passion our pleasures can ever annoy <br> <br>To aid one another we always are ready, <br>Our rites and our secrets we carefully guard; <br>The lodge to support, we like pillars are steady, <br>No Babel confusion our work shall retard. <br>Ye mortals, come hither, assemble together, <br>And taste of those pleasures which never can cloy. <br> <br>We are to the Master for ever obedient, <br>Whenever he calls, to the Lodge we repair; <br>Experience has taught us, that 'tis most expedient <br>To live within compass, and act on the square. <br>Let mutual agreement be Freemasons' cement, <br>Until the whole universe Time shall destroy. </dl><br> <h2 id=i36>Song 36.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: When Phœbus the tops, &c. <dl>While princes and heroes promiscuously fight, <br>And for the world's empire exert all their might, <br>We sit in the Lodges from danger secure, <br>No hardships we meet with, no pains we endure; <br>But each brother cheerfully joins in a song; <br>Our rites we renew, <br>Our pleasures pursue; <br>Thus we waft time along. <br> <br>To restless ambition we never give way, <br>Our friends and our secrets we never betray; <br>Henceforth, O ye Heroes, your ravages cease, <br>And the laurels ye wear, to Freemasons release <br>Though ye won them by warfare, we claim them by peace. <br>They are ours, ours, ours, ours, ours; <br>Though ye won them by warfare, we claim them by peace. </dl><br> <h2 id=i37>Song 37.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Hearts of Oak. <dl>No sect in the world can with Masons compare, <br>So ancient, so noble the badge which they wear, <br>That all other Orders. however esteemed, <br>Inferior to Masonry justly are deemed, <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>We always are free, <br>And for ever agree; <br>Supporting each other, <br>Brother helps brother, <br>No mortals on earth are so friendly as we. <br> <br>When first <a title="inspiration and ideals of Athens/Attic Greece">attic fire</a> mortals glory became, <br>Though small was the spark, it soon grew to a flame; <br>As Phœbus celestial transcendently bright, <br>It spread o'er the world a fresh torrent of light. <br> <br>The greatest of monarchs, the wisest of men, <br>Freemasonry honoured again and again; <br>And nobles have quitted all other delights, <br>With joy to preside over our mystical rites. <br> <br>Though some may pretend we've no secrets to know, <br>Such idle opinions their ignorance show; <br>While others, with raptures, cry out, they're revealed, <br>In Freemasons' bosoms they still lie concealed. <br> <br><a title="from coxcomb, a conceited dandy, a fool">Coxcomical</a> pedants may say what they can, <br>Abuse us, ill use us, and laugh at our plan; <br>We'll temper our mortar, enliven our souls, <br>And join in a chorus over full flowing bowls. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>442</div> <h2 id=i38>Song 38.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Ye Lads of true Spirit, pay Courtship to Claret. <dl>In times of old date, when (as stories relate) <br>Good men to the gods had admission, <br>When those who were grieved might with ease be relieved <br>By offering an humble petition; <br>Some few, who remained in their morals unstained, <br>Submissively made application, <br>To build a retreat, if the gods should think meet, <br>To shield them from wicked invasion. <br> <br>Delighted to find there were yet in mankind <br>Some laudable sentiments planted, <br>Without hesitation they gave approbation, <br>And instant their wishes were granted. <br>Then for artists they sought, and famed architects brought, <br>Who the various employments were skilled in; <br>Each handled his tools, and by science and rules <br>They straightway proceeded to building. <br> <br>Fair Wisdom began first to sketch out the plan <br>By which they were all to be guided; <br>Each order she made was exactly obeyed, <br>When the portion of work she divided. <br>The great corner-stone was by Charity done, <br>But Strength was the principal builder; <br>When for mortar they cried, 'twas by Friendship supplied, <br>And Beauty was carver and gilder. <br> <br>Having long persevered, a grand temple they reared, <br>A refuge from folly and scandal, <br>Where all who reside are in Virtue employed, <br>Nor fear the attacks of a Vandal. <br>But if in their rage they should ever engage <br>In the attempt, 'twould be always prevented; <br>The door is so high, 'twould be madness to try, <br>And the walls are all strongly cemented. <br> <br>The gods all agreed 'twas an excellent deed, <br>And, to shew the affection they bore 'em, <br>A treasure they gave, which the tenants still have, <br>Secured in the <i>sanctum sanctorum.</i> <br>Thus blessed from above with a token of love, <br>Each brother with joy should receive it: <br>Safe locked in his heart, it should never depart, <br>Till called for by Heaven that gave it. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>443</div> <h2 id=i39>Song 39.</h2> <p class=byline>[12th Edition] by Brother Stephen Jones. <p class=byline>[14nd Edition] Written by the Editor [George Oliver], and intended to have been sung at the Grand Feast, May 11,1796. <p class=byline>tune: Hearts of Oak. <dl>A system more pure ne'er was modelled by man, <br>Than that which we boast as the Freemason's plan; <br>It unites all the world by the strongest of ties, <br>And adds to men's bliss, while it makes them more wise. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>From the prince to the <a title="peasant, commoner">boor</a>, <br>Be he rich, be he poor, <br>A Mason is a Brother, <br>And each will help the other, <br>So grateful the tie is of Freemasonry. <br> <br>That hence flow the purest enjoyments of life, <br>That banished from hence are dissension and strife, <br>That the lessons are good which we practise and teach, <br>Are truths that our foes vainly strive to impeach. <br> <br>The greatest of monarchs, the wisest, and best, <br>Have Masons become, and been true to the test; <br>And still with that sanction our rights are pursued, <br>Adrmired by the wise, and approved by the good. <br> <div class=tpage>This verse is in the 12th edition only.</div> <br>Yet let not the "Man of our hearts" be unsung, <br>Nor forget the effects of his well-pleading tongue;<sup title="see below">[*]</sup> <br>May the prayers of our orphans to Heaven ascend, <br>And secure its best blessings for Moira their friend! <br> <div class=tpage>This verse is in the 14th edition only.</div> <br>To George our good king much affection we owe; <br>To his health let libations with due honours flow; <br>With zeal let "Our Royal Grand Master' be given, <br>And the blessings of Masons be sanctiond by Heaven. <br> <br>The task were too tedious the deeds to record <br>Of the great and the good that our annals afford; <br>In a word, let us <a title="12th edition had 'utter'">vouch for</a> this truth to mankind, <br>There's no temple more pure than the true Mason's mind. </dl> <p class=h><sup>[*]</sup> 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. </p><br> <div class=tpage>443</div> <h2 id=i40>Song 40.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Goddess of Ease. <dl><a title="The prevailing spirit or distinctive character">Genius</a> of Masonry descend, <br>And with thee bring thy spotless train; <br>Constant our sacred rites attend, <br>While we adore thy peaceful reign; <br> <br>Bring with thee Virtue, brightest maid, <br>Bring Love, bring Truth, and Friendship here; <br>While social Mirth shall lend her aid, <br>To sooth the wrinkled brow of Care. <br> <br>Come, Charity, with goodness crowned, <br>Encircled in thy heavenly robe, <br>Diffuse thy blessings all around, <br>To every corner of the globe; <br> <br>See where she comes, with power to bless, <br>With open hand, and tender heart, <br>Which wounded feels at man's distress, <br>And bleeds at every human smart. <br> <br>Envy may every ill devise, <br>And Falsehood be thy deadliest foe, <br>Thou, Friendship, still shalt towering rise, <br>And sink thine adversaries low: <br> <br>Thy well-built pile shall long endure, <br>Through rolling years preserve its prime, <br>Upon a rock it stands secure, <br>And braves the rude assaults of Time. <br> <br>Ye happy few, who here extend, <br>In perfect lines, from east to west, <br>With fervent zeal the Lodge defend, <br>And lock its secrets in each breast: <br> <br>Since ye are met upon the square, <br>Bid Love and Friendship jointly reign <br>Be Peace and Harmony your care, <br>Nor break the adamantine chain. <br> <br>Behold the planets how they move, <br>Yet keep due order as they run; <br>Then imitate the Stars above, <br>And shine resplendent as the Sun: <br> <br>That future Masons, when they meet, <br>May all our glorious deeds rehearse, <br>And say, their Fathers were so great, <br>That they adorned the universe. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>444</div> <h2 id=i41>Song 41.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Arno's Vale. <dl>When my divine Althæa's charms <br>No more shall kindle soft alarms, <br>And the keen lightning of her eye <br>Passes unfelt, unheeded by; <br>When moral Beauty's heavenly form <br>Shall cease the frozen soul to warm; <br>When manners thus corrupt we see, <br>Farewell the sweets of Masonry! <br> <br>When Science shall withdraw her light, <br>And Error spread a Gothic night; <br>When Pity's sacred source is dry, <br>No pearly drop to melt the eye; <br>When Truth shall hide her blushing head, <br>And famished Virtue beg her bread; <br>When manners thus corrupt we see, <br>Farewell the sweets of Masonry! <br> <br>But while the fair transport our sight, <br>And moral Beauty's charms delight; <br>While Science lifts her torch on high, <br>And Pity thaws the melting eye; <br>While Truth maintains despotic power, <br>And Virtue charms without a dower; <br>While manners thus unstained we see, <br>All hail, the sweets of Masonry! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>445</div> <h2 id=i42>Song 42.</h2> <h3>The Deputy Grand Master's Song</h3> <dl>On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture, <br>Refine on the precepts of old architecture; <br>High honour to Masons the Craft daily brings, <br>Who are brothers of princes, and fellows of kings. <br> <br>We drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the stage, <br>Reviving the Art of Augustus' famed age; <br>And Vespasian destroyed the vast temple in vain, <br>Since so many now rise where our principles reign. <br> <br>The noble five Orders, composed with such art, <br>Will amaze the fixed eye, and engage the whole Heart; <br>Proportion's sweet harmony gracing the whole, <br>Gives our work, like the glorious creation, a soul. <br> <br>Then, Master, and brethren, preserve your great name, <br>The Lodge so majestic will purchase you fame; <br>Revered it shall stand till all nature expire, <br>And its glories ne'er fade till the word be on fire. <br> <br>See, see, behold here, what rewards all our toil, <br>Invigorates genius, and bids nature smile; <br>To our noble Grand Master let bumpers be crowned, <br>To all Masons, a bumper, so let it go round. <br> <br>Again, my loved brethren, again let it pass, <br>Our ancient firm union cements with the glass; <br>And all the contention 'mongst Masons shall be, <br>Who better can work, or who better agree. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>446</div> <h2 id=i43>Song 43.</h2> <h3>The Fellow-Craft's Song</h3> <p class=byline>tune: Rule Britania <dl> <dt>Hail, Masonry, thou craft divine! <dd>Glory of earth, from Heaven revealed; <dt>Which doth with jewels precious shine, <dd>From all but Masons eyes concealed: <dt>Thy praises due, who can rehearse, <dt>In nervous prose, or flowing verse <br><br> <dt>All Craftsmen true distinguished are, <dd>Our code all other laws excel; <dt>And what's in knowledge choice and rare, <dd>Within our breasts securely dwell. <dt>The silent breast, the faithful heart, <dt>Preserve the secrets of the Art. <br><br> <dt>From scorching heat and piercing cold, <dd>From beasts, whose roar the forest rends; <dt>From the assaults of warriors bold, <dd>The Masons' Art mankind defends. <dt>Be to this Art due honour paid, <dt>From which mankind receives such aid. <br><br> <dt>Ensigns of state that feed our pride, <dd>Distinctions troublesome and vain, <dt>By Masons true are laid aside, <dd>Art's free-born sons such toys disdain; <dt>Ennobled by the name they bear, <dt>Distinguished by the badge they wear. <br><br> <dt>Sweet fellowship, from envy free, <dd>Friendly converse of brotherhood; <dt>The Lodge's lasting cement be, <dd>Which has for ages firmly stood. <dt>The Lodge thus built, for ages past <dt>Has lasted, and shall ever last. <br><br> <dt>Then let us celebrate the praise <dd>Of all who have enriched the Art; <dt>Let gratitude our voices raise, <dd>And each true brother bear a part. <dt>Let cheerful strains their fame resound, <dt>And living Masons' health go round. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>447</div> <h2 id=i44>Song 44.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: In Infancy, &c. <dl>Let Masonry from pole to pole, <br>Her sacred laws expand, <br>Far as the mighty waters roll, <br>To wash remotest land <br>That Virtue has not left mankind, <br>Her social maxims prove, <br>For stamped upon the Mason's mind <br>Are Unity and Love. <br> <br>Ascending to her native sky, <br>Let Masonry increase; <br>A glorious pillar raised on high, <br>Integrity its base. <br>Peace adds to olive boughs, entwined, <br>An emblematic dove, <br>As stamped upon the Masons mind <br>Are Unity and Love. </dl><br> <h2 id=i45>Song 45.</h2> <dl>'Tis Masonry unites mankind, <!--this: ...So strict in union... others ...In friendly converse...--> <br>To generous actions forms the soul; <br>So strict in union we're conjoined <br>One spirit animates the whole. <br> <br>Wherever aspiring domes arise, <br>Wherever sacred altars stand; <br>Those altars blaze up to the skies, <br>Those domes proclaim the Mason's hand. <br> <br>The stone unshaped as lumber lies, <br>Till Masons' art its form refines; <br>So passions do our souls disguise, <br>Till social virtue calms our minds. <br> <br>Let wretches at our manhood rail; <br>But those who once our judgment prove, <br>Will own that we who build so well, <br>With equal energy can love. <br> <br>Though still our chief concern and care, <br>Be to deserve a Brother's name; <br>For ever mindful of the fair, <br>Their choicest favours still we claim. <br> <br>From us pale Discord long has fled, <br>With all her train of mortal spite; <br>Nor in our lodge dares show her head, <br>Sunk in the gloom of endless night. <br> <br>My brethren charge your glasses high, <br>To our Grand Master's noble name; <br>Our shouts shall beat the vaulted sky, <br>And every tongue his praise proclaim. </dl><br> <h2 id=i46>Song 46.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: God save the King. <dl> <dt>Let Masons' fame resound <dt>Through all the nations round, <dd>From pole to pole; <dt>See what felicity, <dt>Harmless simplicity, <dt>Like electricity, <dd>Runs through the whole. <br><br> <dt>Such sweet variety <dt>Ne'er had society <dd>Ever before: <dt>Faith, hope, and charity, <dt>Love and sincerity, <dt>Without temerity, <dd>Charm more and more. <br><br> <dt>When in the lodge we're met, <dt>And in due order set, <dd>Happy are we: <dt>Our works are glorious, <dt>Deeds meritorious, <dt>Never censorious, <dd>But great and free. <br><br> <dt>When Folly's sons arise, <dt>Masonry to despise, <dd>Scorn all their spite; <dt>Laugh at their ignorance, <dt>Pity their want of sense, <dt>Ne'er let them give offence, <dd>Firmer unite. <br><br> <dt>Masons have long been free, <dt>And may they ever be <dd>Great, as of yore: <dt>For many ages past, <dt>Masonry has stood fast, <dt>And may its glory last <dd>Till time's no more. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>447</div> <h2 id=i47>Song 47.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: In Infancy. <p class=byline>Repeat last 4 lines of each verse as chorus. <dl>Hail, Masonry! thou sacred Art, <br>Of origin divine! <br>Kind partner of each social heart, <br>And favorite of the Nine! <br>By thee we're taught, our acts to square, <br>To measure life's short span; <br>And each infirmity to bear <br>That's incident to man. <br> <br>Though Envy's tongue should blast thy fame <br>And Ignorance may sneer, <br>Yet still thy ancient honoured name <br>Is to each brother dear: <br>Then strike the blow, to charge prepare, <br>In this we all agree, <br>"May Freedom be each Mason's care, <br>And every Mason free." </dl><br> <div class=tpage>448</div> <h2 id=i48>Song 48.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Rule, Britannia. <p class=byline>The last two lines of each verse are chorus. <dl>When Heaven deigned that man should know <br>All that was good and great below; <br>This was the happy, choice decree, <br>The blessings of Freemasonry. <br> <br>Hence Peace and Friendship deign to smile, <br>Instructive rules the hours beguile: <br>In social joy and harmony <br>Are spent the hours of Masonry. <br> <br>To Beauty's shrine they homage pay, <br>Its power they know, and own its sway; <br>And this their toast will always be, <br>Success to Love and Masonry. <br> <br>Of modern learning, ancient lore, <br>Masons possess an ample store; <br>At faction spurn, but loyalty <br>Congenial is with Masonry. <br> <br>When taste and genius both combine, <br>To shape the stone, or draw the line; <br>In fair proportion just and free, <br>All own the power of Masonry. <br> <br>Whate'er in sculptured skill we prize, <br>Or domes are reared, or structures rise; <br>Such wonders ne'er mankind could see, <br>But from the help of Masonry. <br> <br>An edifice we're proud to own, <br>Of wood not made, nor yet of stone; <br>Whose angles, squares, and symmetry, <br>Are emblems of Free-masonry. <br> <br>It's founded on a brother's love, <br>Relief and Truth its pillars prove; <br>Its corner-stone is Charity; <br>The building's then Freemasonry. <br> <br>By Nature reared, improved by art, <br>The mansion view, a Mason's heart, <br>Which ne'er was equalled, all agree, <br>When modelled by Freemasonry. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>449</div> <h2 id=i49>Song 49.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Mulberry Tree. <dl>Ye sons of fair Science, impatient to learn, <br>What's meant by a Mason you here may discern; <br>He strengthens the weak, he gives light to the blind, <br>And the naked he clothes — is a friend to mankind. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>All shall yield to Masonry; <br>Blest to thee, Blest Masonry; <br>Matchless was he who founded thee, <br>And thou, like him, immortal shalt be. <br> <br>He walks on the level of Honour and Truth, <br>And spurns the wild passions of Folly and Youth; <br>The Compass and Square all his frailties reprove, <br>And his ultimate object is Brotherly Love. <br> <br>The Temple of Knowledge he nobly doth raise, <br>Supported by Wisdom, and Learning its base; <br>When reared and adorned, strength and beauty unite, <br>And he views the fair structure with conscious delight. <br> <br>With Fortitude blessed, he's a stranger to fears, <br>And governed by Prudence, he cautiously steers; <br>Till Temperance shews him the port of Content, <br>And Justice unasked, gives the sign of consent. <br> <br>Inspired by his feelings, he bounty imparts, <br>For Charity ranges at large in our hearts; <br>And an indigent brother relieved from his woes, <br>Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows. <br> <br>Thus a Mason I've drawn, and exposed to your view, <br>And Truth must acknowledge the figure is true; <br>Then members become, let's be brothers and friends, <br>There's a <i>secret </i>remaining will make you amends. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>449</div> <h2 id=i50>Song 50.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: God save the King. <dl> <dt>Hail, Masonry divine! <dt>Glory of ages shine, <dd>Long mayest thou rein! <dt>Where'er thy Lodges stand, <dt>May they have great command, <dt>And always grace the land, <dd>Thou Art divine! <br><br> <dt>Great fabrics still arise, <dt>And graze the azure skies, <dd>Great are thy schemes! <dt>Thy noble Orders are <dt>Matchless beyond compare: <dt>No Art with thee can share, <dd>Thou Art divine! <br><br> <dt>Hiram, the architect, <dt>Did all the Craft direct <dd>How they should build; <div class=chorus>Chorus, three times</div> <dt>Solomon, great Israel's king, <dt>Did mighty blessings bring, <dt>And left us ground to sing, <dd>Hail, royal Art! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>450</div> <h2 id=i51>Song 51.</h2> <p class=byline>by Brother Noorthouck. <dl> <dt>Let drunkards boast the power of wine, <dd>And reel from side to side; <dt>Let lovers kneel at Beauty's shrine, <dd>The sport of female pride: <dt>Be ours the more exalted part, <dt>To celebrate the Masons' Art, <dd>And spread its praises wide. <br><br> <dt>To dens and thickets dark and rude <dd>For shelter beasts repair; <dt>With sticks and straws the feathered brood <dd>Suspend their nests in air; <dt>And man untaught, as wild as these, <dt>Binds up sad huts with boughs of trees, <dd>And feeds on wretched fare. <br><br> <dt>But science dawning in his mind, <dd>The quarry he explores; <dt>Industry and the Arts combined <dd>Improved all Nature's stores <dt>Thus walls were built, and houses reared, <dt>No storms or tempest now are feared <dd>Within his well-framed doors. <br><br> <dt>When stately palaces arise, <dd>When columns grace the hall, <dt>When towers and spires salute the skies, <dd>We owe to Masons all! <dt>Nor buildings only do they give, <dt>But teach men how within to live, <dd>And yield to Reason's call. <br><br> <dt>All party quarrels they detest, <dd>For Virtue and the Arts, <dt>Lodged in each true Freemason's breast, <dd>Unite and rule their hearts. <dt>By these, while Masons square their minds, <dt>The state no better subjects finds, <dd>None act more upright parts. <br><br> <dt>When <a title='other fraternal societies'>Bucks and Albions</a> are forgot, <dd>Freemasons will remain; <dt>Mushrooms, each day, spring up and rot, <dd>While oaks stretch o'er the plain <dt>Let others quarrel, rant, and roar; <dt>Their noisy revels when no more, <dd>Still Masonry shall reign. <br><br> <dt>Our leathern aprons we compare <dd>With garters red and blue; <dt>Princes and Kings our brothers are, <dd>While they our rules pursue; <dt>Then drink success and health to all <dt>The Craft around this earthly ball, <dd>May Brethren still prove true! </dl><br> <div class=tpage>451</div> <h2 id=i52>Song 52.</h2> <h3>The Entered Apprentice's Song</h3> <dl> <dd>Come let us prepare, <dd>We brothers that are <dt>Assembled on merry occasion: <dd>To drink, laugh, and sing, <dd>Be he beggar or king, <dt>Here's health to an Accepted Mason. <br><br> <dd>The world is in pain <dd>Our secrets to gain, <dt>And still let them wonder and gaze on: <dd>They ne'er can divine <dd>The Word or the Sign <dt>Of a Free and an Accepted Mason. <br><br> <dd>'Tis this, and 'tis that, <dd>They cannot tell what, <dt>Nor why the great men of the nation <dd>Should aprons put on, <dd>And make themselves one, <dt>With a Free and an Accepted Mason. <br><br> <dd>Great Kings, Dukes, and Lords, <dd>Have laid by their swords, <dt>Our mystery to put a good grace on; <dd>And ne'er been ashamed <dd>To hear themselves named <dt>With a free and an Accepted Mason. <br><br> <dd>Antiquity's pride <dd>We have on our side, <dt>To keep up our old reputation; <dd>There's nought but what's good <dd>To be understood <dt>By a Free and an Accepted Mason. <br><br> <dd>We're true and sincere, <dd>And just to the Fair, <dt>Who will trail us on any occasion; <dd>No mortal can more <dd>The Ladies adore, <dt>Than a Free and an Accepted Mason. <br> <div class=tpage>Standing</div> <br> <dd>Then join hand in hand, <dd>By each brother firm stand, <dt>Let's be merry, and put a bright face on;</dt> <div class=tpage>repeat 3 times as chorus.</div> <dd>What mortal can boast <dd>So noble a toast <dt>As a Free and an Accepted Mason? </dl><br> <h2 id=i53>Song 53.</h2> <dl> <dt>To all who Masonry despise, <dd>This counsel I bestow ; <dt>Don't ridicule, if you are wise, <dd>A secret you don't know. <dt>Yourselves you banter, and not it; <dt>You show your spleen, but not your wit. <dt>With a fa, la, la, la, la, la. <br><br> <dt>If union and sincerity <dd>Have a pretence to please, <dt>We brothers of Freemasonry <dd>Lay justly claim to these. <dt>To state disputes we ne'er give birth, <dt>Our motto friendship is, and mirth. <br><br> <dt>Inspiring virtue by our rules, <dd>And in ourselves secure, <dt>We have compassion on those fools <dd>Who think our acts impure: <dt>From ignorance we know proceeds <dt>Such mean opinion of our deeds. </dl><br> <h2 id=i54>Song 54.</h2> <dl> <dd>Ye thrice happy few <dd>Whose hearts have been true, <dt>In concord and unity found; <dd>Let us sing and rejoice, <dd>And unite every voice, <dt>To send the gay chorus around. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br> <dd>Like pillars we stand, <dd>An immoveable band, <dt>Cemented by power from above; <dd>Then freely let pass <dd>The generous glass <dt>To Masonry, Friendship, and Love. <br><br> <dd>The Grand Architect, <dd>Whose word did erect <dt>Eternity, measure, and space, <dd>First laid the fair plan <dd>Whereon he began <dt>The cement of friendship and peace. <br><br> <dd>Whose firmness of hearts, <dd>Fair treasure of Arts, <dt>To the eye of the vulgar unknown; <dd>Whose lustre can beam <dd>New splendor and fame, <dt>To the pulpit, the bar, and the throne, <br><br> <dd>The great David's son, <dd>The wise Solomon, <dt>As written in Scripture's bright page; <dd>A Mason became, <dd>The favorite of Fame, <dt>The wonder and pride of his age. <br><br> <dd>Indissoluble bands <dd>Our hearts and our hands <dt>In social benevolence bind; <dd>For true to his cause, <dd>By immutable laws <dt>A Mason's a friend to mankind. <br><br> <dd>Let joy flow around, <dd>And peace, olive bound, <dt>Preside at our mystical rites; <dd>Whose conduct maintains <dd>Our auspicious domains, <dt>And freedom with order unites. <br><br> <dd>Nor let the dear maid <dd>Our mysteries dread, <dt>Or think them repugnant to love; <dd>To Beauty we bend, <dd>Her empire defend, <dt>An empire derived from above. <br><br> <dd>Then let us unite <dd>Sincere and upright <dt>On the level of virtue to stand <dd>No mortal can be <dd>So happy as we, <dt>With a brother and friend in each hand. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>452</div> <h2 id=i55>Song 55.</h2> <h3>A Royal Arch Song.</h3> <p class=byline>The words by J. F. Stanfield. <p class=byline>Set to Music with a grand chorus, by Brother Huquier. <dl>When orient Wisdom beamed serene, <br>And pillared Strength arose; <br>When Beauty tinged the glowing scene, <br>And Faith her mansion chose; <br>Exulting bands the fabric viewed; <br>Mysterious powers adored; <br>And high the triple union stood, <br>That gave the mystic Word. <br> <br>Pale Envy withered at the sight, <br>And, frowning o'er the pile, <br>Called Murder up from realms of night, <br>To blast the glorious toil. <br>With ruffian outrage joined in woe, <br>They form the league abhorred; <br>And wounded Science felt the blow <br>That crushed the mystic Word. <br> <br>Concealment, from sequestered cave, <br>On sable pinions flew; <br>And o'er the sacrilegious grave <br>Her veil impervious threw. <br>The associate band in solemn state <br>The awful loss deplored; <br>And Wisdom mourn ed the ruthless fate <br>That whelmed the mystic Word, <br> <br>At length through Time's expanded sphere <br>Fair Science speeds her way; <br>And, warmed by Truth's refulgence clear, <br>Reflects the kindred ray. <br>A second fabric's towering height <br>Proclaims the sign restored; <br>From whose foundation — brought to light, <br>Is drawn the mystic Word. <br> <br>To depths obscure the favoured Trine <br>A dreary course engage, <br>Till through the arch the ray divine <br>Illumes the sacred page! <br>From the wide wonders of this blaze <br>Our ancient signs restored; <br>The Royal Arch alone displays <br>The long lost mystic Word. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>453</div> <h2 id=i56>Song 56.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Ye Lads of true Spirit, pay Courtship to Claret. <dl>When a lodge of Freemasons <br>Are clothed in their aprons, <br>In order to make a new brother, <br>With firm hearts and clean hands, <br>They repair to their stands, <br>And justly support one another. <br> <br>Trusty brother, take care, <br>Of eve-droppers beware, <br>'Tis a just and a solemn occasion; <br>Give the Word and the Blow, <br>That workmen may know, <br>There's one asks to be made a Freemason. <br> <br>The Master stands due, <br>And his officers too, <br>While the craftsmen are plying their station; <br>The apprentices stand, <br>Right for the command <br>Of a Free and an Accepted Mason. <br> <br>Now traverse your ground, <br>As in duty you're bound, <br>And revere the authentic oration, <br>That leads to the way, <br>And proves the first ray <br>Of the light of an Accepted Mason. <br> <br>Here's Words, and here's Signs, <br>And here's Problems and Lines, <br>And here's room too for deep speculation; <br>Here Virtue and Truth <br>Are taught to the Youth, <br>When first he's called up to a Mason. <br> <br>Hieroglyphics shine bright, <br>And here light reverts light <br>On the rules and the tools of vocation; <br>We work and we sing, <br>The Craft and the King, <br>'Tis both duty and choice in a Mason. <br> <br>What is said or is done, is here truly laid down <br>In this form of our high installation; <br>Yet I challenge all men to know what I mean, <br>Unless he's an Accepted Mason. <br> <br>The ladies claim right <br>To come into our light, <br>Since the Apron, they say, is their bearing; <br>Can they subject their will, <br>Can they keep their tongues still <br>And let talking be changed into hearing? <br> <br>This difficult task <br>Is the least we can ask, <br>To secure us on sundry occasions; <br>When with this they'll comply, <br>Our utmost we'll try <br>To raise Lodges for Lady Freemasons. <br> <br>Till this can be done, <br>Must each brother be mum, <br>Though the fair one should wheedle and teaze on; <br>Be just, true, and kind, <br>But still bear in mind <br>At all times that you are a Freemason. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>454</div> <h2 id=i57>Song 57.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Belleisle March. <p class=byline>Repeat last 4 lines of each verse as chorus. <dl>In history we're told, how the Lodges of old <br>Arose in the East, and shone forth like the Sun: <br>But all must agree, that divine Masonry <br>Commenced when the glorious creation begun, <br>With glory divine; oh, long mayest thou shine, <br>Thou choicest of blessings, derived from above! <br>Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky, <br>To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love. <br> <br>Judea's great king, whose vast praises we sing, <br>With wisdom contrived, while the Temple he planned; <br>The mysterious Art then took place in each heart, <br>And Hiram with Solomon went hand in hand: <br>While each royal Name was recorded in fame, <br>Their works Earth and Heaven did jointly approve; <br>Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky, <br>To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love. <br> <br>Then Masons were true, and the Craft daily grew; <br>They lived within compass, and worked by the square; <br>In friendship they dwelt, no ambition they felt, <br>Their deeds were upright, and their consciences clear; <br>On this noble plan Freemasons began, <br>To help one another they mutually strove; <br>Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky, <br>To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love. <br> <br>Those maxims pursue, and your passions subdue, <br>And imitate those worthy Masons of yore; <br>Fix a Lodge in each breast, be fair Virtue your guest, <br>Let Wisdom preside, and let Truth tile the door: <br>So shall we arise, to an immortal prize, <br>In that blissful Lodge which no time can remove; <br>Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky, <br>To Masonry, Friendship, and brotherly Love. </dl><br> <h2 id=i58>Song 58.</h2> <p class=byline>by Brother John Richardson, of the Royal Brunswick Lodge, Sheffield. <dl>Alone from Arts and Science flow <br>Whate'er instructs or charms the eye; <br>Whate'er can fill the mind with awe; <br>Beneath yon arched azure sky. <br> <br>With heavenly true mechanic skill, <br>Our great Almighty Master wrought; <br>And in six days he did fulfil <br>What far surpasses human thought. <br> <br>Firm in the centre fixed he <br>The Sun to guide the rolling spheres; <br>The Moon by night a light to be, <br>And mark us out the months and years. <br> <br>What though no powerful lever's seen, <br>Nor axel, wheel, or pully there; <br>Yet they have ever constant been, <br>As Time and Truth to us declare. <br> <br>Just so, our true Masonic fame <br>On lofty lasting columns stands; <br>Graced with a royal Brunswick's name, <br>And reared beneath his ruling hands. </dl><br> <h2 id=i59>Song 59.</h2> <p class=byline>Repeat last line of each verse as chorus. <dl>How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows <br>With friendship, and ever most cheerfully goes, <br>The effects of the mysteries lodged in his breast, <br>Mysteries revered, and by Princes possessed. <br>Our friends and our bottle we best can enjoy, <br>No rancour or envy our quiet annoy, <br>Our plumb-line and compass, our square and our tools, <br>Direct all our actions in Virtues fair rules. <br> <br>To Mars and to Venus we're equally true, <br>Our hearts can enliven, our arms can subdue, <br>Let the enemy tell, and the ladies declare, <br>No class or profession with Masons compare; <br>To give a fond lustre we ne'er need a crest, <br>Since Honor and Virtue remain in our breast, <br>We'll charm the rude world when we clap, laugh, and sing, <br>If so happy a Mason, say who'd be a King. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>455</div> <h2 id=i60>Song 60.</h2> <p class=byline>by Brother John Richardson, of the Royal Brunswick Lodge, Sheffield. <p class=byline>tune: A Rose Tree in full bearing. <dl>"O what a happy thing it is, <br>Brethren to dwell in unity!" <br>Whilst every action's squared by this, <br>The true base-line of Masonry, <br>Our plumb-rule fixéd to the point, <br>The Angle of Uprightness shows <br>From side to side, from joint to joint, <br>By steps the stately mansion rose. <br> <br>Whate'er the order of the plan, <br>The parts will with the whole agree; <br>For, by a geometric man, <br>The work is done in symmetry. <br>From East to West, from North to South, <br>Far as the foaming billows roll; <br>Faith, Hope, and silver-braided Truth, <br>Shall stamp with worth the Mason's soul. <br> <br>But, chiefest come, sweet Charity, <br>Meek, tender, hospitable guest; <br>Aided by those, inspired by thee, <br>How tranquil is the Mason's breast! <br>An olive branch thy forehead binds, <br>The gift that peerless Prudence gave; <br>An emblem of congenial minds, <br>And such masonic brethren have. </dl><br> <div class=tpage>456</div> <h2 id=i61>Song 61.</h2> <h3>The Farewell</h3> <p class=byline>To the brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton. <p class=byline>by Robert Burns. <p class=byline>tune: Good night, and joy be wi' you a'. <dl>Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! <br>Dear brothers of the mystic tie! <br>Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few, <br>Companions of my social joy! <br>Though I to foreign lands must hie, <br>Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba', <br>With melting heart, and brimful eye, <br>I'll mind you still, though far awa'! <br> <br>Oft have I met your social band, <br>And spent the cheerful festive night; <br>Oft, honour'd with supreme command, <br>Presided o'er the sons of light <br>And by that hieroglyphic bright, <br>Which none but Craftsmen ever saw; <br>Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write <br>Those happy scenes, when far awa'! <br> <br>May Freedom, Harmony, and Love, <br>Unite you in the grand design, <br>Beneath th' omniscient eye above, <br>The glorious Architect divine! <br>That you may keep th' unerring line, <br>Still rising, by the plummet's law, <br>Till order bright completely shine, <br>Shall be my pray'r when far awa'! <br> <br>And you, farewell! whose merits claim <br>Justly that highest badge to wear; <br>Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble name, <br>To Masonry and Scotia dear! <br>A last request - permit me here, <br>When yearly ye assemble a', <br>One round, I ask it with a tear, <br>To him, "The Bard that's far awa'!" </dl><br> <h2 id=i62>Song 62.</h2> <dl>As long as our coast shall with whiteness appear, <br>Still Masons stand foremost in verse; <br>While Harmony, Friendship, and Joys are held dear, <br>New bands shall our praises rehearse. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>Though lodges less favoured, less happy, decay, <br>Destroyed by old Time as he runs; <br>Though <a title='other fraternal societies'>Albions, Gregorians, and Bucks</a>, fade away, <br>Still Masons shall live, shall live in their sons. <br> <br>If Envy attempt our success to impede, <br>United we'll trample her down; <br>If Faction should threaten, we'll show we're agreed, <br>And Discord shall own we are one. <br> <br>While with ardour we glow this our Order to raise, <br>Promoting its welfare and peace, <br>Old Masons return our endeavours to praise, <br>And new ones confirm the increase. <br> <br>Go on, cry our parents, for Time is your friend, <br>His flight shall increase your renown; <br>And Mirth shall your guest be, and Bacchus attend, <br>And joy all your meetings shall crown. </dl><br> <h2 id=i63>Song 63.</h2> <h3>On the Revival of Masonry in Cornwall.</h3> <p class=byline>tune: Vicar of Bray. <p class=byline>Repeat last 6 lines of each verse as chorus. <dl> <dt>When Masonry expiring lay, <dd>By knaves and fools rejected, <dt>Without one hope, one cheering ray, <dd>By worthless fools neglected; <dd class=dbl>Fair Virtue fled, <dd class=dbl>Truth hung her head, <dd>O'erwhelmed in deep confusion; <dd class=dbl>Sweet Friendship too <dd class=dbl>Her smiles withdrew <dd>From this blest Institution. <br><br> <dt>Cornubia's sons determined then <dd>Freemasonry to cherish, <dt>They roused her into life again, <dd>And bid fair Science flourish. <dd class=dbl>Now Virtue bright, <dd class=dbl>Truth robed in white, <dd>With Friendship hither hastens, <dd class=dbl>All go in hand, <dd class=dbl>To bless the band <dd>Of upright Cornish Masons. <br><br> <dt>Since Masonry's revived once more, <dd>Pursue her wise directions, <dt>Let Circumspection go before, <dd>And Virtue square your actions; <dd class=dbl>Unite your hands <dd class=dbl>In Friendship's bands, <dd>Supporting one another; <dd class=dbl>With honest heart, <dd class=dbl>Fair Truth impart, <dd>To every faithful brother. <br><br> <dt>Let coxcombs grin, and critics sneer, <dd>While we are blythe and jolly, <dt>Let sops despise the badge we wear, <dd>We laugh at all their folly; <dd class=dbl>Let empty fools <dd class=dbl>Despise our rules, <dd>By Jove we ne'er will heed 'em; <dd class=dbl>Say what they will, <dd class=dbl>We're Masons still, <dd>And will support our freedom. <br><br> <dt>But may kind Heaven's gracious hand <dd>Still regulate each action; <dt>May every lodge securely stand <dd>Again the storms of faction, <dd class=dbl>May Love and Peace <dd class=dbl>Each day increase <dd>Throughout this happy nation, <dd class=dbl>May they extend, <dd class=dbl>Till all shall end <dd>In one great conflagration. </dl><br> <h2 id=i64>Song 64.</h2> <p class=byline>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. <p class=byline>tune: Casino. <dl>Come, ye Masons, hither bring <br>The tuneful pipe and pleasing string, <br>Exalt each voice, <br>Aloud rejoice, <br>And make the spacious concave ring. <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>Let your hearts be blythe and gay, <br>Joy and mirth let all display, <br>No dull care <br>Shall enter here, <br>For this is Masons' holiday. <br> <br>Friendship here has fixed her seat, <br>And Virtue finds a calm retreat; <br>Go tell the fool, <br>'Tis Wisdom's school, <br>Where Love and Honour always meet. <br> <br>Social pleasures here invite, <br>To fill the soul with sweet delight, <br>While hand in hand <br>Our friendly band <br>In Love and Harmony unite. <br> <br>May we oft assemble here, <br>And long the badge of honour wear, <br>May joy abound, <br>And we be found <br>For ever faithful and sincere. <br> <br>Take the flowing glass in hand, <br>And drink to your Provincial Grand, <br>Long may he reign, <br>The cause maintain, <br>And lodges flourish through the land. </dl><br> <h2 id=i65>Song 65.</h2> <p class=byline>by J. Bisset, Steward of St. Albans Lodge, and Provincial G.S. for the County of Warwick. <dl>A Mason's life's the life for me, <br>With joy we meet each other, <br>We pass our time with mirth and glee, <br>And hail each friendly brother: <br>In lodge no party-feuds are seen, <br>But careful we in this agree, <br>To banish care or spleen. <br>The Master's call, we one and all <br>With pleasure soon obey; <br>With heart and hand we ready stand, <br>Our duty still to pay. <br>But when the glass goes round, <br>Then mirth and glee abound, <br>We're all happy to a man: <br> <div class=chorus>Chorus:</div> <br>We laugh a little, we drink a little, <br>We work a little, we play a little, <br>We sing a little, are merry a little, <br>And swig the flowing can. <br> <br>See in the east the Master stands, <br>The Wardens south and west, Sir, <br>Both ready to obey commands, <br>Find work, or give us rest, Sir. <br>The signal given, we all prepare, <br>With one accord obey the word, <br>To work by rule or square <br>Or if they please, the ladder raise, <br>Or plum the level line; <br>Thus we employ our time with joy, <br>Attending every sign. <br>But when the glass goes round, <br>Then mirth and glee abound, <br>We're all happy to a man; <br> <br>The Almighty said, "Let there be light," <br>Effulgent rays appearing <br>Dispelled the gloom, the glory bright <br>To this new world was cheering; <br>But unto Masonry alone, <br>Another light, so clear and bright, <br>In mystic rays then shone; <br>From east to west it spread so fast, <br>That, Faith and Hope unfurled, <br>We hail with joy sweet Charity, <br>The darling of the world. <br>Then while the toast goes round, <br>Let mirth and glee abound, <br>Let's be happy to a man; </dl><br> <p class=note>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. <br>okl.</p> <h2 id=i66>Song 66.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: From the East breaks the Morn. <dl>Whilst each poet sings <br>Of great princes and kings, <br>To no such does my ditty belong; <br>'Tis freedom I praise, <br>That demands all my lays, <br>And Masonry honours my song. <br> <br>Within compass to live, <br>Is a lesson we give, <br>Which none can deny to be true; <br>All our actions to square, <br>To the time we take care, <br>And Virtue we ever pursue; <br> <br>On a level we are, <br>All true brothers share <br>The gifts which kind Heaven bestows; <br>In friendship we dwell; <br>None but Masons can tell <br>What bliss from such harmony flows; <br> <br>In our mystical school, <br>We must all work by rule, <br>And our secrets we always conceal; <br>Then let's sing and rejoice, <br>And unite every voice, <br>With fervency, freedom, and zeal; <br> <br>Then each fill a glass, <br>Let the circling toast pass, <br>And merrily send it around; <br>Let us Masonry hail, <br>May it ever prevail, <br>With success may it ever be crowned! </dl><br> <h2 id=i67>Song 67.</h2> <p class=byline>by Brother Stanfield. <p class=byline>tune: Contented I am, and contented I'll be. <dl>Grave business being closed — and a call from the south — <br>The bowl of refreshment we drain <br>Yet e'en o'er our wine we reject servile sloth, <br>And our rites 'midst our glasses retain. <br> <br>With loyalty brightened, we first toast the King — <br>May his splendour and virtues entwine! <br>And, to honour his name, how we make the lodge ring, <br>When the King and the Craft we combine. <br> <br>May the Son's polished graces improve on the Sire — <br>May the arts flourish fair from his smile — <br>And long our Grand Master, with wisdom and fire, <br>Give beauty and strength to the pile! <br> <br>As the ruby-lipped wine its soft spirit imparts, <br>Louder strains and fresh ardours abound: <br>What a glow of true pleasure enlivens our hearts, <br>When our honoured Provincial goes round. <br> <br>The absent we claim, though dispersed round the ball — <br>The silent and secret, our friends — <br>And one honoured guest, at our magical call, <br>From the grave of concealment ascends. <br> <br>Immortal the strain, and thrice-awful the hand, <br>That our rites and libations controls; <br>Like the sons of Olympus, 'midst thunders we stand, <br>And with mysteries ennoble our bowls. <br> <br>What a circle appears, when the border entwines — <br>How grapple the links to each soul! <br>'Tis the zodiac of friendship embellished with signs, <br>And illumed by the star in the pole. <br> <br>Thus cemented by laws, unseen and unknown, <br>The universe hangs out its frame: <br>And, thus secretly bound, shall our structure be shown, <br>Till creation shall be but a name. </dl><br> <h2 id=i68>Song 68.</h2> <p class=byline>tune: Balance a Straw. <dl>When the Sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes, <br>And the sky-lark melodiously bids us arise; <br>With our hearts full of joy, we the summons obey, <br>Straight repair to our work, and to moisten our clay. <br> <br>On the trassel our Master draws angles and lines, <br>There with freedom and fervency forms his designs; <br>Not a picture on earth is so lovely to view, <br>All his lines are so perfect, his angles so true. <br> <br>In the West see the Wardens submissively stand, <br>The Master to aid, and obey his command; <br>The intent of his signals we perfectly know, <br>And we ne'er take offence when he gives us a blow. <br> <br>In the Lodge, sloth and dulness we always avoid, <br>Fellow-crafts and apprentices all are employed; <br>Perfect ashlers some finish, some make the rough plain, <br>All are pleased with their work, and are pleased with their gain. <br> <br>When my Master I've served seven years, perhaps more, <br>Some secrets he'll tell me I ne'er knew before; <br>In my bosom I'll keep them as long as I live, <br>And pursue the directions his wisdom shall give. <br> <br>I'll attend to his call both by night and by day, <br>It is his to command, and 'tis mine to obey; <br>Whensoe'er we are met, I'll attend to his nod, <br>And I'll work till high twelve, then I'll lay down my hod. </dl><br> <h3>THE END.</h3> <script><!-- navBar()//--></script> <h1>Index of First Lines</h1><dl><table> <tr><th>No. <th>First Line <th>Author <tr><td>65.<td><a href=#i65>A Mason's life's the life for me, </a><td>Bisset <tr><td>39.<td><a href=#i39>A system more pure ne'er was modeled by man, </a><td>Jones <tr><td>61.<td><a href=#i61>Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! </a><td>Burns <tr><td>34.<td><a href=#i34>All hail! ye dear loved social band </a><td>a Lady of Bath <tr><td> 8.<td><a href=#i08>Almighty Sire! our heavenly king, </a><td>Dunckerley <tr><td>58.<td><a href=#i58>Alone from Arts and Science flow </a><td>Richardson <tr><td>28.<td><a href=#i28>Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame!</a> <tr><td>12.<td><a href=#i12>Arise, gentle Muse, and thy wisdom impart</a> <tr><td>62.<td><a href=#i62>As long as our coast shall with whiteness appear,</a> <tr><td>10.<td><a href=#i10>Assist me, ye fair tuneful Nine,</a> <tr><td>17.<td><a href=#i17>Behold! how good a thing it is, </a><td>Wesley <tr><td>14.<td><a href=#i14>By Mason's Art the aspiring dome</a> <tr><td>52.<td><a href=#i52>Come, let us prepare</a> <tr><td>64.<td><a href=#i64>Come, ye Masons, hither bring</a> <tr><td>31.<td><a href=#i31>Ere God the Universe began</a> <tr><td>13.<td><a href=#i13>Grant us, kind Heaven! what we request,</a> <tr><td>40.<td><a href=#i40>Genius of Masonry, descend</a> <tr><td>67.<td><a href=#i67>Grave business being closed, and a call from the south </a><td>Stanfield <tr><td>50.<td><a href=#i50>Hail, Masonry divine!</a> <tr><td>43.<td><a href=#i43>Hail, Masonry, thou craft divine!</a> <tr><td>47.<td><a href=#i47>Hail, Masonry! thou sacred Art</a> <tr><td> 1.<td><a href=#i01>Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command </a><td>Cunningham <tr><td> 9.<td><a href=#i09>Hail, universal Lord! </a><td>Dunckerley <tr><td>22.<td><a href=#i22>Hark! I hear the Warden call </a><td>Kelly <tr><td>59.<td><a href=#i59>How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows</a> <tr><td>57.<td><a href=#i57>In history we're told,how the Lodges of old</a> <tr><td>23.<td><a href=#i23>In Masons' hearts let joy abound! </a><td>Attwood <tr><td>38.<td><a href=#i38>In times of old date, when (as stories relate)</a> <tr><td>51.<td><a href=#i51>Let drunkards boast the power of wine </a><td>Noorthouck <tr><td>44.<td><a href=#i44>Let Masonry from pole to pole</a> <tr><td>46.<td><a href=#i46>Let Mason's fame resound</a> <tr><td>15.<td><a href=#i15>Let there be light! the Almighty spoke,</a> <tr><td>19.<td><a href=#i19>Lo! see from Heaven the peaceful dove </a><td>Kelly <tr><td>18.<td><a href=#i18>Mountains may fall and rocks decay, </a><td>Kelly <tr><td>37.<td><a href=#i37>No sect in the world can with Masons compare,</a> <tr><td>33.<td><a href=#i33>Not the fictions of Greece, or the dreams of old Rome, </a><td>Stanfield <tr><td>60.<td><a href=#i60>O, what a happy thing it is, </a><td>Richardson <tr><td>24.<td><a href=#i24>Oh for a hand, whose magic power. </a><td>Weight <tr><td>42.<td><a href=#i42>On, on, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture,</a> <tr><td> 3.<td><a href=#i03>Order is Heaven's first law: through boundless space </a><td>Noorthouck <tr><td>20.<td><a href=#i20>Royal Augustus, Frederick, hail! </a><td>Kelly <tr><td> 6.<td><a href=#i06>Strike to melodious notes the golden lyre! </a><td>Walker <tr><td>27.<td><a href=#i27>The glories of Masonry who shall disclose? </a><td>Boswell <tr><td>21.<td><a href=#i21>The well known sign we mark, and fly </a><td>Kelly <tr><td> 5.<td><a href=#i05>Thou fairest type of excellence divine, </a><td>Dermody <tr><td>26.<td><a href=#i26>Thy sorrows, Ayr, are like the dews of night, </a><td>Paul <tr><td>45.<td><a href=#i45>'Tis Masonry unites mankind,</a> <tr><td>53.<td><a href=#i53>To all who Masonry despise</a> <tr><td>16.<td><a href=#i16>To Heaven's high Architect all praise, </a><td>Dagge <tr><td>29.<td><a href=#i29>Unite, unite, your voices raise,</a> <tr><td>11.<td><a href=#i11>Urania, hail! to thee we sing,</a> <tr><td>25.<td><a href=#i25>Vain thought! but had Burns ever witnessed a meeting </a><td>Boswell <tr><td> 7.<td><a href=#i07>Wake the lute and quivering strings,</a> <tr><td> 2.<td><a href=#i02>What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung</a> <tr><td>56.<td><a href=#i56>When a Lodge of Freemasons</a> <tr><td>30.<td><a href=#i30>When earth's foundation first was laid,</a> <tr><td> 4.<td><a href=#i04>When first the golden morn aloft, </a><td>Brown <tr><td>48.<td><a href=#i48>When Heaven deigned, that man should know</a> <tr><td>63.<td><a href=#i63>When Masonry expiring lay,</a> <tr><td>41.<td><a href=#i41>When my divine Althæa's charms</a> <tr><td>55.<td><a href=#i55>When orient Wisdom beamed serene, </a><td>Stanfield <tr><td>68.<td><a href=#i68>When the Sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes,</a> <tr><td>36.<td><a href=#i36>While princes and heroes promiscuously fight,</a> <tr><td>32.<td><a href=#i32>While trifles lead the world astray </a><td>Noorthouck <tr><td>66.<td><a href=#i66>Whilst each poet sings</a> <tr><td>35.<td><a href=#i35>Ye dull stupid mortals give over your conjectures,</a> <tr><td>49.<td><a href=#i49>Ye sons of fair Science, impatient to learn,</a> <tr><td>54.<td><a href=#i54>Ye thrice happy few</a> </table></dl><br> <br><br> <script><!-- navBar();subBox();footer()//--></script> </body> </html>