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Poetry.
Found his wild passions lull'd to short repose , And wept of widow'd Hecuba the woes . Now to the stage , this night a timid train Seek no reward , but your applause to gain ; No studied tones or attitudes they brinj—From feeling warm their words , their gestures spring : [ art .
Should they , unschool'd in the cold rulesof But once with power impressive reach the heart , Approving here , the genial breath ofpraise May fan the spark of geniusto ablaze : But should they fail , " still act the partial friend , And kindly pardon what you can't com" mend . LOKENZINO .
LINES , BY E . S . J . AUTHOR Of WILLIAM AMU ELLEN . Ol WHAT ' S the use of life , man ? O can ye tell me that ? Or why it was the world began , And man sent here—for what ?
Or on the road to heav ' n , man ? Or on the road to hell ? O ken ye what ' s the mighty plan ? O try gin ye can tell ! Man was made to singhissang , And ihen to lie and rot . In the grave , wha kens how Iang , That we shall lie forgot ?
Or how , or when , that we shall rise From the cold tomb below ; What mortal yet came from the skies . To tell us it is so ?
Does he , who guides ten thousand spheres , Look down on man alone > He , too , the little insect hears , That creeps the earth upon ! To him , man is a creeping thing—Fantastic , strange , and mud ! Who sveejis to hear sweet Nature sing , And smiles to see her sad !
When men do wield the sword of war , Like pismires on the green ; What angel , looking from afar , Cou'd guess what they did mean ? Why , ask that gen'ral , bluff and big , Or ask that beadle there ; Or ask that parson with the wig , He'll tell you to a hair ,
That man was made for mighty rule , To strut , and fret , and jest , Till in his grave , he ' s never cool , Nor ever at his rest !
That he shall rise and strut again , It isanot ' iersong ; He shrugs his shoulders , but in vain , ' For he must hold his tongue ! Yet hold thy tongue , but with a heart That doth exult with joy ; Th' Almighty made noi man for sport , Nor made " him to destroy .
MRS . JORDAN'S SONG IN SHE'S ElOPEDj . TIIE WORDS BY MR O ' KEEFFE . AIR 'A ! i ! Mary , wilt thou gang with me ? Composed by Mr . Carter . An 1 thou wert once thy father ' s joy ,
Think , Plodden , what he felt for thee , As he his darling rosy boy Caress'd so fondly on his knee . On iocund youth , on blooming maid , This filial , tender thought obtrude ; Shou'd soft affection be repaid By children ' s base ingratitude ? There was a time thou conldst not talk ,
Thy lisp to him had magic charms : There was a time thou conldst not walk , Thv parent bore thee in his arms . Mv lot was hard compar'd to thine , Which makes me now , alas ! to weep ! No mother ' s love was ever mine , To lullaby her babe to sleep . AN ADDRESS
DELIVERED AFTER TIIE PERFORMANCE or ' Such Things Are , ' . AT A PROVINCIAL THEATRE ; Which Play was besboke by a
LODGE OF FREE-MASONS , BY A BIIOTHER . O more before you I've presum'd to come , " ' . [ some : Tho' much afraid you'll think tne trouble-My mission can alone be my excuse , Its nature ' s such I could not well refuse .
The cause of MASOMRY I ' m sent to plead , And vindicate its universal spread . Say , did not your gen'rous bosoms fee ! a , glow , [ woe ? When active H ASWELL sought the seats of When the drear cell he fearlessly explor'd , His godlike ttatity your minds ador'd . His warm benevolence nodiff'rence knew Between the Christian , Mussulman , or Jew . No narrow prejudice possess'd his mind ; His heart embrace'd the whole of human kind .
Such is that fire which Masonry we name , Pure is its source , and generous its flame : Love is the oil which life to it imparts ; And its only altar ; are it . human hearts . To all alike its influence extends ;[ friends . Sorrow ' s poor children are-the Mason ' s Freedom ' s our pride , and true Equality ; And v , t does , our order boast Regal , ty : Its badge has hon . our'd Kings , and still does
grace The brilliant offspring of a royal race . . When , crown'd with his people ' s blessings and theirpray ' rs , [ years , Our King shall sink beneath the weight of Their Royal Brother shall the Masons sing , And their fellow subjects join ' GOD SAYS ¦ THE KING . '
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Found his wild passions lull'd to short repose , And wept of widow'd Hecuba the woes . Now to the stage , this night a timid train Seek no reward , but your applause to gain ; No studied tones or attitudes they brinj—From feeling warm their words , their gestures spring : [ art .
Should they , unschool'd in the cold rulesof But once with power impressive reach the heart , Approving here , the genial breath ofpraise May fan the spark of geniusto ablaze : But should they fail , " still act the partial friend , And kindly pardon what you can't com" mend . LOKENZINO .
LINES , BY E . S . J . AUTHOR Of WILLIAM AMU ELLEN . Ol WHAT ' S the use of life , man ? O can ye tell me that ? Or why it was the world began , And man sent here—for what ?
Or on the road to heav ' n , man ? Or on the road to hell ? O ken ye what ' s the mighty plan ? O try gin ye can tell ! Man was made to singhissang , And ihen to lie and rot . In the grave , wha kens how Iang , That we shall lie forgot ?
Or how , or when , that we shall rise From the cold tomb below ; What mortal yet came from the skies . To tell us it is so ?
Does he , who guides ten thousand spheres , Look down on man alone > He , too , the little insect hears , That creeps the earth upon ! To him , man is a creeping thing—Fantastic , strange , and mud ! Who sveejis to hear sweet Nature sing , And smiles to see her sad !
When men do wield the sword of war , Like pismires on the green ; What angel , looking from afar , Cou'd guess what they did mean ? Why , ask that gen'ral , bluff and big , Or ask that beadle there ; Or ask that parson with the wig , He'll tell you to a hair ,
That man was made for mighty rule , To strut , and fret , and jest , Till in his grave , he ' s never cool , Nor ever at his rest !
That he shall rise and strut again , It isanot ' iersong ; He shrugs his shoulders , but in vain , ' For he must hold his tongue ! Yet hold thy tongue , but with a heart That doth exult with joy ; Th' Almighty made noi man for sport , Nor made " him to destroy .
MRS . JORDAN'S SONG IN SHE'S ElOPEDj . TIIE WORDS BY MR O ' KEEFFE . AIR 'A ! i ! Mary , wilt thou gang with me ? Composed by Mr . Carter . An 1 thou wert once thy father ' s joy ,
Think , Plodden , what he felt for thee , As he his darling rosy boy Caress'd so fondly on his knee . On iocund youth , on blooming maid , This filial , tender thought obtrude ; Shou'd soft affection be repaid By children ' s base ingratitude ? There was a time thou conldst not talk ,
Thy lisp to him had magic charms : There was a time thou conldst not walk , Thv parent bore thee in his arms . Mv lot was hard compar'd to thine , Which makes me now , alas ! to weep ! No mother ' s love was ever mine , To lullaby her babe to sleep . AN ADDRESS
DELIVERED AFTER TIIE PERFORMANCE or ' Such Things Are , ' . AT A PROVINCIAL THEATRE ; Which Play was besboke by a
LODGE OF FREE-MASONS , BY A BIIOTHER . O more before you I've presum'd to come , " ' . [ some : Tho' much afraid you'll think tne trouble-My mission can alone be my excuse , Its nature ' s such I could not well refuse .
The cause of MASOMRY I ' m sent to plead , And vindicate its universal spread . Say , did not your gen'rous bosoms fee ! a , glow , [ woe ? When active H ASWELL sought the seats of When the drear cell he fearlessly explor'd , His godlike ttatity your minds ador'd . His warm benevolence nodiff'rence knew Between the Christian , Mussulman , or Jew . No narrow prejudice possess'd his mind ; His heart embrace'd the whole of human kind .
Such is that fire which Masonry we name , Pure is its source , and generous its flame : Love is the oil which life to it imparts ; And its only altar ; are it . human hearts . To all alike its influence extends ;[ friends . Sorrow ' s poor children are-the Mason ' s Freedom ' s our pride , and true Equality ; And v , t does , our order boast Regal , ty : Its badge has hon . our'd Kings , and still does
grace The brilliant offspring of a royal race . . When , crown'd with his people ' s blessings and theirpray ' rs , [ years , Our King shall sink beneath the weight of Their Royal Brother shall the Masons sing , And their fellow subjects join ' GOD SAYS ¦ THE KING . '