Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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AGAIN THE CIRCLING MARCH OF TIME.
Again the circling March of Time
Brings round the glad, the glorious day,
That gave to Masonry Sublime
A brighter flame, and purer ray;
And though the many be away,
Who first the dawning light did see,
A numerous band is here to pay
High honour unto Masonry!
Brings round the glad, the glorious day,
That gave to Masonry Sublime
A brighter flame, and purer ray;
And though the many be away,
Who first the dawning light did see,
A numerous band is here to pay
High honour unto Masonry!
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We bow not to a lowly shrine,—
We mix not in a Service Mean,—
That Sacred Light that here does shine,
The Peasant and the Prince have seen!
And while, in spring, the woods are green,
Or summer decks with flowers the lea,
That lambent flame shall burn, I ween,
The glorious Light of Masonry!
We mix not in a Service Mean,—
That Sacred Light that here does shine,
The Peasant and the Prince have seen!
And while, in spring, the woods are green,
Or summer decks with flowers the lea,
That lambent flame shall burn, I ween,
The glorious Light of Masonry!
'Tis not in goblets mantling high,
Which wealth, not worth, may still command;
Nor in the giddy tide of joy,
That Masonry does take its stand!
But ours, the social generous band,—
The only tie whose link makes free,—
Where heart to heart, and hand to hand,
Proclaim the badge of Masonry!
Which wealth, not worth, may still command;
Nor in the giddy tide of joy,
That Masonry does take its stand!
But ours, the social generous band,—
The only tie whose link makes free,—
Where heart to heart, and hand to hand,
Proclaim the badge of Masonry!
To raise the weak, restrain the strong;
To chase the tear from beauty's eye;
To aid the right, and check the wrong;
And bid the weary cease to sigh.
To soothe the orphan's mournful cry,
A Brother help, where'er he be,
To love all men beneath the sky,
This is the bond of Masonry!
To chase the tear from beauty's eye;
To aid the right, and check the wrong;
And bid the weary cease to sigh.
To soothe the orphan's mournful cry,
A Brother help, where'er he be,
To love all men beneath the sky,
This is the bond of Masonry!
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One Hundred Years!—all, all, are fled,
Those men of might and dauntless brow!
Still Masonry can boast a Head,—
A St Clair then, a Ramsay now!
With such bold spirits at the prow,
Our bark shall bravely ride the sea;
Nor shall her flag to any bow,—
The pendant of high Masonry.
Those men of might and dauntless brow!
Still Masonry can boast a Head,—
A St Clair then, a Ramsay now!
With such bold spirits at the prow,
Our bark shall bravely ride the sea;
Nor shall her flag to any bow,—
The pendant of high Masonry.
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