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The Mason,S Prayer.
Teach me to know from whence I rose , „ And unto what design'd ; No private aims let ine propose , Since link'd with human kind . But chief to hear fair Virtue ' s voice ,
May all my thoughts incline : . . 'Tis Reason ' s law , ' tis Wisdom ' s choice , 'Tis Nature ' s call and thine . Me from our sacred Order ' s cause , Let nothing , e ' er divide ; Grandeurnor goldnor vain applause
, , , Nor Friendship false misguide . Teach me to feel a Brother ' s grief , To do in all what's best ; To suff ' ring man to give relief , And blessing to be blest .
Elegy.
ELEGY .
FROM THE SPANISH . WRITTEN IN 1782 .
PERAZA * , let our maids deplore , As help from God they seek : On sea-girt Palma ' s fatal shore , The roses left his cheek . Thouisleno longer Palma art ;
, , Where flow ' rs were wont to blow , Sad Cypress now appalls , the heart ; Thou direful spring of woe ! Thy plains may raging tempests spoil ! Volcanoes rend each plain ! Among thy wretched sons the while ,
May sorrows only reign ! Where , youth , is now thy warlike might ? Alas 1 ' tis now no more . Thy sun is set in endless ni ght , s Thy race of glory o ' er .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Mason,S Prayer.
Teach me to know from whence I rose , „ And unto what design'd ; No private aims let ine propose , Since link'd with human kind . But chief to hear fair Virtue ' s voice ,
May all my thoughts incline : . . 'Tis Reason ' s law , ' tis Wisdom ' s choice , 'Tis Nature ' s call and thine . Me from our sacred Order ' s cause , Let nothing , e ' er divide ; Grandeurnor goldnor vain applause
, , , Nor Friendship false misguide . Teach me to feel a Brother ' s grief , To do in all what's best ; To suff ' ring man to give relief , And blessing to be blest .
Elegy.
ELEGY .
FROM THE SPANISH . WRITTEN IN 1782 .
PERAZA * , let our maids deplore , As help from God they seek : On sea-girt Palma ' s fatal shore , The roses left his cheek . Thouisleno longer Palma art ;
, , Where flow ' rs were wont to blow , Sad Cypress now appalls , the heart ; Thou direful spring of woe ! Thy plains may raging tempests spoil ! Volcanoes rend each plain ! Among thy wretched sons the while ,
May sorrows only reign ! Where , youth , is now thy warlike might ? Alas 1 ' tis now no more . Thy sun is set in endless ni ght , s Thy race of glory o ' er .