Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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A MASONIC SONG. |
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A MASONIC SONG.
When brethren of free masonry
In harmony unite,
Each bosom thrills with ecstasy
'Neath the glorious mystic light.
Still the brow of care smooths its wrinkles there,
While love and joy entwine
Round a social horn of John Barleycorn,
Or the juice of the sparkling vine.
In harmony unite,
Each bosom thrills with ecstasy
'Neath the glorious mystic light.
Still the brow of care smooths its wrinkles there,
While love and joy entwine
Round a social horn of John Barleycorn,
Or the juice of the sparkling vine.
Ne'er jarring discord enters there,
Nor faction's hot debate,
No tales of slander taint the air,
Nor intrigues of the church or state.
But each heart and hand join in love's soft band,
Within the sacred shrine;
While each action we spy, is still guided by
Reason's compass, square, and line.
Nor faction's hot debate,
No tales of slander taint the air,
Nor intrigues of the church or state.
But each heart and hand join in love's soft band,
Within the sacred shrine;
While each action we spy, is still guided by
Reason's compass, square, and line.
The glorious art expands the heart,
And all distinction smothers;
Makes the peasant and king join hands and sing,
On the level met as brothers.
May the glorious light blaze with splendour bright,
Till time's last sun decline;
Then, pray ye, all comply to give heart, hand, and thigh,
And follow it with three times nine.
And all distinction smothers;
Makes the peasant and king join hands and sing,
On the level met as brothers.
May the glorious light blaze with splendour bright,
Till time's last sun decline;
Then, pray ye, all comply to give heart, hand, and thigh,
And follow it with three times nine.
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