 | The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq |  |
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MASONICK ODE.
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Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Massachusetts Lodge, on the visitation of the Grand Lodge, 1796.
Sweet Minstrel, who to mortal ears
Canst tell the Art, which guides the spheres.
Blest Masonry, all hail!
With Nature's birth thy laws began,
To rule on earth fraternal man,
And still in Heaven prevail.
Canst tell the Art, which guides the spheres.
Blest Masonry, all hail!
With Nature's birth thy laws began,
To rule on earth fraternal man,
And still in Heaven prevail.
O'er Matter's modes thy mystick sway
Can fashion Chaos' devious way,
To Order's lucid maze;
Can rear the cloud-assaulting tower,
And bid the worm, that breathes its hour,
Its humble palace raise.
Can fashion Chaos' devious way,
To Order's lucid maze;
Can rear the cloud-assaulting tower,
And bid the worm, that breathes its hour,
Its humble palace raise.
From nascent life to Being's pride,
The surest boon thy laws provide
When wayward fate beguiles:
The tears, thou shed'st for human woe,
In falling shine, like Iris' bow,
And beam an arch of smiles.
The surest boon thy laws provide
When wayward fate beguiles:
The tears, thou shed'st for human woe,
In falling shine, like Iris' bow,
And beam an arch of smiles.
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Come, priest of Science, truth arrayed,
And with thee bring each tuneful maid,
Thou lov'st on Shinar's plain;
Revive Creation's primal plan,
Subdue this wilderness of man,
Bid social Virtue reign!
And with thee bring each tuneful maid,
Thou lov'st on Shinar's plain;
Revive Creation's primal plan,
Subdue this wilderness of man,
Bid social Virtue reign!
| The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | |