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Freemason Prologue.
FREEMASON PROLOGUE .
- -n-t ^ ir- " -- "" - ^—«" " ¦ " " Written by Mr . WOODS . Sicker , b yttm at the NEW THEATRE , EDINBURGH , on Monday Evening , Februarj 18 ; 1793 , ichen-was performed , ~ - I ' LL TELL YOU WHAT ! By desh-e of the Most Worship ful and Most Noble , ¦ GEORGE ' , MARS ^ JJIS OF HUNTL T , GRAND MASTER OF SCOTLAND .
THE glorious Temple rais'd by DAVID ' S Son , Where FIIRAM ' S skill with matchless splendor shone , In many averse hath spoke the MASON ' S fame , And equal'd with the King's the Master ' s Name . The ample base , —where Sculpture twines the wreath , And fondly bids departed Virtue breathe , *—
The beauteous Column that ne ' er tires the eye , The lofty Spire that seems to pierce the sky , All these , and more , the MASON ' S skill display ; ¦ Prest by the Hand of Time , they melt away : More fix'd the Fame his ' moral aims impart ; On the Foundation of an upright heart He rears a Structure Chance can ne ' er annoy , Malice deface , nor Ignorance destroy .
None hut the favour'd band , who boast the will A Brother ' s generous purpose to fulfil , May with due Rites and formal reverence tread The sacred paths by Mystic Science made : Hence vain Conceit hath often aim'd to throw Contempt on maxims it cpujd never know—Tho' Religion does her-face enshrine
In awful clouds , we own her voice divine ; MASONS with anxious zeal their Myst ' ries guard , Yet of the MA SON ' S worth who hath not heard ? Their public Acts , by Truth to Fame consign'd , . Speak them the liberal Friends of human kind : ^ - And mig ht the Muse their gracious Deeds recite . She'd not forget the kindness shown to-night . In GALLIA ' S fields , when ENGLISH HARRY fought ,
His drooping Soldiers in their tents he sought ; " The man to-day that draws for me 'his sword , " Shall be my BROTHER !"—was the Hero's Word : The name of Brother touch'd each soldier ' s breast , He grasp'd his arms , and shook with pride his Crest , Th' event is known—the Boasters forc'd to yield , Fled , while the band of Brothers scour'd the field : — If tnus the name of Brother like a charm Cou'd frozen Valour into Action warm , ¦ What solid Virtues ' mongst Tins Band must gra-w , Who own a Brother's Name , and all his Duties know !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Freemason Prologue.
FREEMASON PROLOGUE .
- -n-t ^ ir- " -- "" - ^—«" " ¦ " " Written by Mr . WOODS . Sicker , b yttm at the NEW THEATRE , EDINBURGH , on Monday Evening , Februarj 18 ; 1793 , ichen-was performed , ~ - I ' LL TELL YOU WHAT ! By desh-e of the Most Worship ful and Most Noble , ¦ GEORGE ' , MARS ^ JJIS OF HUNTL T , GRAND MASTER OF SCOTLAND .
THE glorious Temple rais'd by DAVID ' S Son , Where FIIRAM ' S skill with matchless splendor shone , In many averse hath spoke the MASON ' S fame , And equal'd with the King's the Master ' s Name . The ample base , —where Sculpture twines the wreath , And fondly bids departed Virtue breathe , *—
The beauteous Column that ne ' er tires the eye , The lofty Spire that seems to pierce the sky , All these , and more , the MASON ' S skill display ; ¦ Prest by the Hand of Time , they melt away : More fix'd the Fame his ' moral aims impart ; On the Foundation of an upright heart He rears a Structure Chance can ne ' er annoy , Malice deface , nor Ignorance destroy .
None hut the favour'd band , who boast the will A Brother ' s generous purpose to fulfil , May with due Rites and formal reverence tread The sacred paths by Mystic Science made : Hence vain Conceit hath often aim'd to throw Contempt on maxims it cpujd never know—Tho' Religion does her-face enshrine
In awful clouds , we own her voice divine ; MASONS with anxious zeal their Myst ' ries guard , Yet of the MA SON ' S worth who hath not heard ? Their public Acts , by Truth to Fame consign'd , . Speak them the liberal Friends of human kind : ^ - And mig ht the Muse their gracious Deeds recite . She'd not forget the kindness shown to-night . In GALLIA ' S fields , when ENGLISH HARRY fought ,
His drooping Soldiers in their tents he sought ; " The man to-day that draws for me 'his sword , " Shall be my BROTHER !"—was the Hero's Word : The name of Brother touch'd each soldier ' s breast , He grasp'd his arms , and shook with pride his Crest , Th' event is known—the Boasters forc'd to yield , Fled , while the band of Brothers scour'd the field : — If tnus the name of Brother like a charm Cou'd frozen Valour into Action warm , ¦ What solid Virtues ' mongst Tins Band must gra-w , Who own a Brother's Name , and all his Duties know !