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Poetry.
The solemn temples , cloud-capt tow rs , And stately domes , are works of ours ; By us those piles were rais'd : Then bid mankind with songs advance , And thro' th' etherial vast expanse , Let Masonry be prais'd . We help the poor in time of need , The naked clothe ^ the hungry feed ,
'Tis our Foundation-stone ; We build upon the noblest plan , While Friendship rivets man to man , And makes us all as one . Thy trumpet , Fame , yet louder blow . And let the distant regions know , Freemasonry is this ; Almighty Wisdom gave it birth , While Heaven fix'd it here on earth , A type of future bliss .
An Address Written By J. F. S.
AN ADDRESS WRITTEN BY J . F . S .
And spoken by one of the Pupils at tbe Exhibition of Mm WEIGHT S Academy in SUNDERLAND *
AS new-fledg'd nestlings at the-parent note First plunge in air , on liquid ether float—¦ As in soft lays their early tones transpire ( The first faint warblings of the woodland quire)— ¦ . So youthful Science" with the op ' ning day Plumes her light wing , and skims the fluent way ; Mimics with doubtful flight the soaring throng , And pours forth all her little pow'rs of soiig .
Hush'd be the sound of ev'ry ruder breeze ! Let gentle Zephyr kiss the slumbering seas . ' Nor Summer ' s scorching fire , nor Winter ' s blast , O ' er the mild scene their rugged horrors cast ; But , when the infant Muse attunes her lay , Be Spring the season—and let purple May ' Dawning on fresh-blown roses , wake the train Of youthful bards to share the native strain .
Now swells the lay—and first , with grateful fire , To LOVE PARENTAL strike th'enraptur'd lyre ; That gehial agent who , with plastic pow ' r , Thro' want and weakness led the infant hour . Rapt I behold him honour'd pass along , Drawn by the filial Muse and sacred solig , And o ' er his anxious face alternate view Fear ' s tender shade , and Hope ' s enliv ' ning hue ;
While by his side , with sweetly-pensive air , The conscious matron joins the pious care . But , hark ! what sounds are those ? what form divine Advances , follow'dby the vocal Nine ?
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Poetry.
The solemn temples , cloud-capt tow rs , And stately domes , are works of ours ; By us those piles were rais'd : Then bid mankind with songs advance , And thro' th' etherial vast expanse , Let Masonry be prais'd . We help the poor in time of need , The naked clothe ^ the hungry feed ,
'Tis our Foundation-stone ; We build upon the noblest plan , While Friendship rivets man to man , And makes us all as one . Thy trumpet , Fame , yet louder blow . And let the distant regions know , Freemasonry is this ; Almighty Wisdom gave it birth , While Heaven fix'd it here on earth , A type of future bliss .
An Address Written By J. F. S.
AN ADDRESS WRITTEN BY J . F . S .
And spoken by one of the Pupils at tbe Exhibition of Mm WEIGHT S Academy in SUNDERLAND *
AS new-fledg'd nestlings at the-parent note First plunge in air , on liquid ether float—¦ As in soft lays their early tones transpire ( The first faint warblings of the woodland quire)— ¦ . So youthful Science" with the op ' ning day Plumes her light wing , and skims the fluent way ; Mimics with doubtful flight the soaring throng , And pours forth all her little pow'rs of soiig .
Hush'd be the sound of ev'ry ruder breeze ! Let gentle Zephyr kiss the slumbering seas . ' Nor Summer ' s scorching fire , nor Winter ' s blast , O ' er the mild scene their rugged horrors cast ; But , when the infant Muse attunes her lay , Be Spring the season—and let purple May ' Dawning on fresh-blown roses , wake the train Of youthful bards to share the native strain .
Now swells the lay—and first , with grateful fire , To LOVE PARENTAL strike th'enraptur'd lyre ; That gehial agent who , with plastic pow ' r , Thro' want and weakness led the infant hour . Rapt I behold him honour'd pass along , Drawn by the filial Muse and sacred solig , And o ' er his anxious face alternate view Fear ' s tender shade , and Hope ' s enliv ' ning hue ;
While by his side , with sweetly-pensive air , The conscious matron joins the pious care . But , hark ! what sounds are those ? what form divine Advances , follow'dby the vocal Nine ?