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Poetry.
AN ODE ON MASONRY . , D EIOV , bright Urania , fr . - > m above : To grace this Led e with all thy smiles ! And let each Mason gladly prove ., By virtue , harmony , ; md love , A just reward of all his toils . My artless muse , inspir'd by thee ,
Shalt Masons sing and Masonry ; Eiicli brother shall in chor ' usjoin . To praise this art ! this art divine ! When Boreas , clad in wint'ry blasts , Bids direful tempests rise ; When Sol inflames the sultry skies , Or wolves forsake their native wastes , The Mason ' s art a sale ret real
procures From beasts , from tempests , or meridian With loud acclaim [ heat . Extol his name , And ever } -joyful accent raise , To sing the jovial Mason ' s praise . Secure within a Mason ' s breast , The secrets of our hearts are hid : Welcome , thrice welcome , is the guest ,
For who can such a guest forbid ! Nor monarch ' s bribes , nor tyrant's frown , Can ever make oursecretknown : No tvrant ' s frown can e ' er depress our " state , relate . Nor primes' smiles too much our souls !• ver jocund , ever free , What mortals are so blest as we ?
The freeborn sons of art disdain Distinctions which encourage pride : These , in the Lodge , are laid aside , As only troublesome and vain : Yet each " , etiobled in his true degree , Pieserves ihe Lodge ' s peace and harmony . We strive each other to excel , In actions square and doing well .
Led by th' unerring guide of wisdom ' s hand , Obedient to our Master ' s will ; W e wait in silence his supreme command , Which we religiously fulfil : Nor can object to what he may decree ; Since what he bids is right and equity . With chearul hearts and willing hands , United fast bv friendship ' s bands ,
We labour with industrious care , A just and lasting Lodge to rear . Let Masons and their art be spread Where ' erbright Phoebusmbrnin ; rbeams ; With pearls bedeck ihe flow ' ry mead ; Where , thro' the glowingblaze of noon , His blazing car he hurls ; Or downward lides to Thetis' streams :
g Or where from northern blasts , The mariner his canvas furls . From east to west , from pole to pole , Freemasons and their art excel . With loud acclaim ) Extend the trump of fame , ( To praise the Mason ' s honour'd C name 1 )
For ever jocund , ever frrf -v . - No mortals are so blest as' we . . . " THE DOUBTFUL LOVER . FROM METASTASIO .
BEHOLD the fatal hour arrive , Nice , my Nice , at last farewell ! Sever'd from thee can I survive—From thee whom ! have , lov'd so' well ? ^ ndless ancl sharp shall be my woes , " Ro ray of comfort shall I see , Ami yet who knows , alas ! who knows ,
If thou v . ilt e ' er remember me 1 Permit me , while in eager chase Of lost tranquility I rove , Permit my resiles * thought fo trace . The footsteps of my absent love . : OfNice , wlieresoe'ef she goes , The fond attendant shall I be ; Ancl yet who knows , alas ! who knows , -
If thou wilt e ' er remember me I Along the solitary shore I'll wander pensive and alone . And wild re-echoing rocks implore , To tell me where my nymph is gone . From early morn toev ' ning ' a close , My voice shall ceaseless call on tliee ; And yet who knows , alas 1 who knows , If thou wilt e'er remember me !
Oft times sball I to meads and bow ' rs . To groves , tny former haunts , repair ; Delightful haunts ! when all my hours Glided in joy , for Ibou wert there : Painful remembrance oft shall dwell On scenes of pleasure , which with thee Quick pass'd—yet who , alas ! can teli If thou tvilt e'er remember me 1
There flows the fountain , shall I cry , Wliereblushingscornful . she would stand , ' Then look with softly pitying eye , And let me seize her yielding hand . There dawn'd my hope , " there first the vows ' Were heard cf mutual constancy ; And yet who knows , alasl who knows , If thou wilt e'er remember me !
How man }' youths shall I behold Aroundthv new abode repair ? What tales of love shall there be told ? What vows ot truth be ofter'd there ? 0 heav ' ns ! amtd-so tender vows , Such soothing tales , if I might be—Oheav ' ns ! and yet , alas ! who knows , If thou wilt e ' er . emember me !
O think what sweet tormenting smart Thv poor forlorn Fileno proves ; 0 ihi K how faithful is his heart , Who has no hope , yet hopeless lovesl Think on the silent sad farewell t f him divfded far from thee ; O think , yet who , alas ! can tell , If thou wilt e'er remember rnel
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Poetry.
AN ODE ON MASONRY . , D EIOV , bright Urania , fr . - > m above : To grace this Led e with all thy smiles ! And let each Mason gladly prove ., By virtue , harmony , ; md love , A just reward of all his toils . My artless muse , inspir'd by thee ,
Shalt Masons sing and Masonry ; Eiicli brother shall in chor ' usjoin . To praise this art ! this art divine ! When Boreas , clad in wint'ry blasts , Bids direful tempests rise ; When Sol inflames the sultry skies , Or wolves forsake their native wastes , The Mason ' s art a sale ret real
procures From beasts , from tempests , or meridian With loud acclaim [ heat . Extol his name , And ever } -joyful accent raise , To sing the jovial Mason ' s praise . Secure within a Mason ' s breast , The secrets of our hearts are hid : Welcome , thrice welcome , is the guest ,
For who can such a guest forbid ! Nor monarch ' s bribes , nor tyrant's frown , Can ever make oursecretknown : No tvrant ' s frown can e ' er depress our " state , relate . Nor primes' smiles too much our souls !• ver jocund , ever free , What mortals are so blest as we ?
The freeborn sons of art disdain Distinctions which encourage pride : These , in the Lodge , are laid aside , As only troublesome and vain : Yet each " , etiobled in his true degree , Pieserves ihe Lodge ' s peace and harmony . We strive each other to excel , In actions square and doing well .
Led by th' unerring guide of wisdom ' s hand , Obedient to our Master ' s will ; W e wait in silence his supreme command , Which we religiously fulfil : Nor can object to what he may decree ; Since what he bids is right and equity . With chearul hearts and willing hands , United fast bv friendship ' s bands ,
We labour with industrious care , A just and lasting Lodge to rear . Let Masons and their art be spread Where ' erbright Phoebusmbrnin ; rbeams ; With pearls bedeck ihe flow ' ry mead ; Where , thro' the glowingblaze of noon , His blazing car he hurls ; Or downward lides to Thetis' streams :
g Or where from northern blasts , The mariner his canvas furls . From east to west , from pole to pole , Freemasons and their art excel . With loud acclaim ) Extend the trump of fame , ( To praise the Mason ' s honour'd C name 1 )
For ever jocund , ever frrf -v . - No mortals are so blest as' we . . . " THE DOUBTFUL LOVER . FROM METASTASIO .
BEHOLD the fatal hour arrive , Nice , my Nice , at last farewell ! Sever'd from thee can I survive—From thee whom ! have , lov'd so' well ? ^ ndless ancl sharp shall be my woes , " Ro ray of comfort shall I see , Ami yet who knows , alas ! who knows ,
If thou v . ilt e ' er remember me 1 Permit me , while in eager chase Of lost tranquility I rove , Permit my resiles * thought fo trace . The footsteps of my absent love . : OfNice , wlieresoe'ef she goes , The fond attendant shall I be ; Ancl yet who knows , alas ! who knows , -
If thou wilt e ' er remember me I Along the solitary shore I'll wander pensive and alone . And wild re-echoing rocks implore , To tell me where my nymph is gone . From early morn toev ' ning ' a close , My voice shall ceaseless call on tliee ; And yet who knows , alas 1 who knows , If thou wilt e'er remember me !
Oft times sball I to meads and bow ' rs . To groves , tny former haunts , repair ; Delightful haunts ! when all my hours Glided in joy , for Ibou wert there : Painful remembrance oft shall dwell On scenes of pleasure , which with thee Quick pass'd—yet who , alas ! can teli If thou tvilt e'er remember me 1
There flows the fountain , shall I cry , Wliereblushingscornful . she would stand , ' Then look with softly pitying eye , And let me seize her yielding hand . There dawn'd my hope , " there first the vows ' Were heard cf mutual constancy ; And yet who knows , alasl who knows , If thou wilt e'er remember me !
How man }' youths shall I behold Aroundthv new abode repair ? What tales of love shall there be told ? What vows ot truth be ofter'd there ? 0 heav ' ns ! amtd-so tender vows , Such soothing tales , if I might be—Oheav ' ns ! and yet , alas ! who knows , If thou wilt e ' er . emember me !
O think what sweet tormenting smart Thv poor forlorn Fileno proves ; 0 ihi K how faithful is his heart , Who has no hope , yet hopeless lovesl Think on the silent sad farewell t f him divfded far from thee ; O think , yet who , alas ! can tell , If thou wilt e'er remember rnel