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Masonic Intelligence.
The Annual Country Feast of the GRAND CHAPTER of the Antient and Venerable Order of HAIIODIM , will be held , we understand , on Thursdayihe 16 th of July , at Canonbury House , Islington . The Stewards are , the Chevalier Ruspini , William Birch , John Spottiswoode , and William Meyrick , Esqrs .
Poetry.
POETRY .
A MASONIC SONG .
TUHE , " The Mulberry-Tree . ' * YE sons of fair science , impatient to learn , What's meant by a Mason you here may discern } He strengthens the weak , he gives light to the blind . And the naked he clothes—is a friend to mankind * AH shall yield to Masonry , Bend to thee
Blest Masonry , Matchless was he who founded thee , And thou , like him , immortal shalt bej He Walks on the level of honour and truth , And spurns the trite passions of foll y arid youth : The compass and square all his frailties reprove , And his ultimate object is Brotherly Love .
The temple of knowledge he nobly doth raise , Supported by wisdom , and learning its base ; . When rear'd and adorn'd , strength and beauty unite , And he views the fair structure with conscious delight * With fortitude bless'd , lie ' s a stranger to fqars , And , govern'd by prudence , he cautiously steers ; 'Till temperance shews him the port of content , And
justice , unask'd , gives a ^ si g ^ f . consent . Xnspir'd by his feelings , he bounty ^ imparts , For charity ranges at large in our heart ' s ; And an indigent Brother reliev'd from his woes Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows . Thus a Mason I ' ve drawn and expos'd to your view ^ And truth must acknowledge the figure is true ; Then members become , let ' s be brothers and friends . There ' s a SECRET remaining will make you amends .
To Miss S****.
TO MISS S **** .
NO longer I'll pine at my fate ; To ' pity my love is inclin'd { No longer I'll mourn for a mate , For Betsy is constant and kind ; I'll think of misfortune no more , Stern poverty ' s heart-rending pain , Nor aught that has troubled before , Shall torture my . bosom again . 3 K
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Masonic Intelligence.
The Annual Country Feast of the GRAND CHAPTER of the Antient and Venerable Order of HAIIODIM , will be held , we understand , on Thursdayihe 16 th of July , at Canonbury House , Islington . The Stewards are , the Chevalier Ruspini , William Birch , John Spottiswoode , and William Meyrick , Esqrs .
Poetry.
POETRY .
A MASONIC SONG .
TUHE , " The Mulberry-Tree . ' * YE sons of fair science , impatient to learn , What's meant by a Mason you here may discern } He strengthens the weak , he gives light to the blind . And the naked he clothes—is a friend to mankind * AH shall yield to Masonry , Bend to thee
Blest Masonry , Matchless was he who founded thee , And thou , like him , immortal shalt bej He Walks on the level of honour and truth , And spurns the trite passions of foll y arid youth : The compass and square all his frailties reprove , And his ultimate object is Brotherly Love .
The temple of knowledge he nobly doth raise , Supported by wisdom , and learning its base ; . When rear'd and adorn'd , strength and beauty unite , And he views the fair structure with conscious delight * With fortitude bless'd , lie ' s a stranger to fqars , And , govern'd by prudence , he cautiously steers ; 'Till temperance shews him the port of content , And
justice , unask'd , gives a ^ si g ^ f . consent . Xnspir'd by his feelings , he bounty ^ imparts , For charity ranges at large in our heart ' s ; And an indigent Brother reliev'd from his woes Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows . Thus a Mason I ' ve drawn and expos'd to your view ^ And truth must acknowledge the figure is true ; Then members become , let ' s be brothers and friends . There ' s a SECRET remaining will make you amends .
To Miss S****.
TO MISS S **** .
NO longer I'll pine at my fate ; To ' pity my love is inclin'd { No longer I'll mourn for a mate , For Betsy is constant and kind ; I'll think of misfortune no more , Stern poverty ' s heart-rending pain , Nor aught that has troubled before , Shall torture my . bosom again . 3 K