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Lament,
When the star of the victor was blazing on high , And the genius of freedom looked down from the sky , "With a smile of approval encircling his head , W bile the banners of honour waved over the dead . He'd a sigh for the brave who were sickening around , On the field , where the angel of death ever found A banquet prepared by the sword of the slain
, In the hand that could never more wield it again . And still , as he rode in his onward career , With the foeman in front , and a wreck in the rear , Adding honour to honour—a host in his train , Which in manhood and age was in brightness the same . For the heart that is bravest and hardest to move , In the moment of danger , is softest in love ,
And warmest in friendship , and kindest to all , — And such was the warrior chief in his hall , Ere his voice died away , like the sound of a lute , And the blast of his war-trump forever was mute . Now the tears of affection are shed o ' er his grave , And his spirit is shrined with the souls of the brave . Haddington , April , 1838 ,
[ The late Lord Dalhousie was a Past Grand Master of Scotland , and it was owine to his exertions that a monument was erected , the foundation stnno of which was laid with Masonic honours , on the Plains of Abraham at Quebec , in U ! 27 , in memorv of Wolfe anil Montcalm , Hie rival heroes , whose names will be remembered with tho history ' of their countries . ]
The Decayed Freemason.
THE DECAYED FREEMASON .
BY B-0 THER JOHN * LEE STEVENS , BRITISH LODGE , No . 8 . INSCRIBED TO BROTHER ROBERT THOMAS CRUCEFIX , P . J . G . D ., & C Air— " The harp that once thro' Tarn ' s hall . " WHO is that fine , old , feeble man , Who
sits on yonder stone , As if he had survived the joys Of human life alone , With wrinkled brow and snowy hair—Subdued and tearful eye-He turns a long and timid look On ev ' ry passer by 1
That fine old man—that poor old man So frail ancl tearful now , Was once as full of energy And happiness as thou ; Had once , like thee , the means to give A little from his store , And never turned the fatherless , Or wretched from his door !
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Lament,
When the star of the victor was blazing on high , And the genius of freedom looked down from the sky , "With a smile of approval encircling his head , W bile the banners of honour waved over the dead . He'd a sigh for the brave who were sickening around , On the field , where the angel of death ever found A banquet prepared by the sword of the slain
, In the hand that could never more wield it again . And still , as he rode in his onward career , With the foeman in front , and a wreck in the rear , Adding honour to honour—a host in his train , Which in manhood and age was in brightness the same . For the heart that is bravest and hardest to move , In the moment of danger , is softest in love ,
And warmest in friendship , and kindest to all , — And such was the warrior chief in his hall , Ere his voice died away , like the sound of a lute , And the blast of his war-trump forever was mute . Now the tears of affection are shed o ' er his grave , And his spirit is shrined with the souls of the brave . Haddington , April , 1838 ,
[ The late Lord Dalhousie was a Past Grand Master of Scotland , and it was owine to his exertions that a monument was erected , the foundation stnno of which was laid with Masonic honours , on the Plains of Abraham at Quebec , in U ! 27 , in memorv of Wolfe anil Montcalm , Hie rival heroes , whose names will be remembered with tho history ' of their countries . ]
The Decayed Freemason.
THE DECAYED FREEMASON .
BY B-0 THER JOHN * LEE STEVENS , BRITISH LODGE , No . 8 . INSCRIBED TO BROTHER ROBERT THOMAS CRUCEFIX , P . J . G . D ., & C Air— " The harp that once thro' Tarn ' s hall . " WHO is that fine , old , feeble man , Who
sits on yonder stone , As if he had survived the joys Of human life alone , With wrinkled brow and snowy hair—Subdued and tearful eye-He turns a long and timid look On ev ' ry passer by 1
That fine old man—that poor old man So frail ancl tearful now , Was once as full of energy And happiness as thou ; Had once , like thee , the means to give A little from his store , And never turned the fatherless , Or wretched from his door !