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Injur'd Innocence.
Is a boor with a wife ' s tender arms Surrounded ? by children carest ? Has he got a turf lire that warms ? With a little snug cot is he blest ? Philosophy teaches that ease Has made the'brains fibres less stout;—" Is it hard then to give up his peace
In order to get them—knock'd out ? Ye , ye , can conceive how she lov'd , Who have fond and affectionate souls ! How her bowels of mercy were mov'd To receive the unfortunate Poles ! E ' en now how th over France ' .
ey yearn How she pities that poorinjur'd race ! How ardently longs to advance , And give them the Russian embrace 1 The praise of thy gentleness , Kate , Should echo from one pole to t ' other ! Should live on the tongues of the great
, And employ the mad crowd ' s idle pother ! So merciful , humble , and chaste—O 1 how does each single act tell , With what matchless applause thou hadst grac'd The throne and the sceptre—of H— .
Song.
SONG .
A M ASON ' s life ' s the life for me , With joy we meet each other , We pass our time with mirth and glee , And hail each friendly Brother ; In Lodge no party feuds are seen , But careful we in this agree ,
To banish care or spleen . The Master ' s call , we one and all , With pleasure soon obey ; With heart and hand we ready stand , Our duty still to pay . But when the glass goes round , Then mirth and lee abound
g , We ' re all happy to a man ; We laugh a little , we drink a little , We work a little , we play a little , CHO . We laugh , & c . We sing a little , are merry a little , And swig the flowing can . And swig , & c .
See in the east the Master stands , The Wardens south and west , sir , Both ready to obey command , Find work or give us rest , sir .
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Injur'd Innocence.
Is a boor with a wife ' s tender arms Surrounded ? by children carest ? Has he got a turf lire that warms ? With a little snug cot is he blest ? Philosophy teaches that ease Has made the'brains fibres less stout;—" Is it hard then to give up his peace
In order to get them—knock'd out ? Ye , ye , can conceive how she lov'd , Who have fond and affectionate souls ! How her bowels of mercy were mov'd To receive the unfortunate Poles ! E ' en now how th over France ' .
ey yearn How she pities that poorinjur'd race ! How ardently longs to advance , And give them the Russian embrace 1 The praise of thy gentleness , Kate , Should echo from one pole to t ' other ! Should live on the tongues of the great
, And employ the mad crowd ' s idle pother ! So merciful , humble , and chaste—O 1 how does each single act tell , With what matchless applause thou hadst grac'd The throne and the sceptre—of H— .
Song.
SONG .
A M ASON ' s life ' s the life for me , With joy we meet each other , We pass our time with mirth and glee , And hail each friendly Brother ; In Lodge no party feuds are seen , But careful we in this agree ,
To banish care or spleen . The Master ' s call , we one and all , With pleasure soon obey ; With heart and hand we ready stand , Our duty still to pay . But when the glass goes round , Then mirth and lee abound
g , We ' re all happy to a man ; We laugh a little , we drink a little , We work a little , we play a little , CHO . We laugh , & c . We sing a little , are merry a little , And swig the flowing can . And swig , & c .
See in the east the Master stands , The Wardens south and west , sir , Both ready to obey command , Find work or give us rest , sir .