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On Freemasonry.
bigotry , all but the sad recollection of their former state , and the curse pronounced by their offended God .
ILLUSTRATION . Strange is the human heart—a volume sealed , To none but God its mystery revealed : To Him youth ' s passions—and the wiles of age , Their secret counsels are an open page ; Each vain desire , or half-formed wish made known , The unborn , thought—the germ of action shown . Israel exalted b y His favouring hand
, Proud in her heritage the promised land ; The nation ' s envy , in the balance tried , Prosperity the test ; her God denied ; So fell the heathen slave—to rise again . Allien penitence should break her galling chain . Taught by long suffering , her faith arose—Firm ' mid despair—pure ' mid her mighty woes :
Fulfilled the years of bondage , her sad prayer Hose to his throne in humble incense there ; Then once again was stretched the saving hand , That led her children from Egyptian land , The strength displayed—whose column'd glory rose ,
I heir guide by day—the terror of their foes , The stern voice heard , that bade the seas divide , That crushed their tyrant in his hour of pride . In Babylon was seen the mystic sign , Traced by His hand in characters divine ; The dark king perished in his scorn o ' erthrown , And Royal Cyrus seized the vacant throne ; Rejoicing Israel hailed his blest decree
, That broke her bonds , and set her children free ; Crown'd with fresh beauty—to their longing eyes , Again the Temple ' s stately columns rise ; But short its splendour—a few ages past , Ruin its courts and mystic shrine o ' ercast , The foe once more watches at Salem ' s gates , The Roman round her wall impatient waits .
Fierce Titus rears his blood-stained banner there , In vain lost Judah pours the suppliant prayer ; A ^ eiled are the terrors of the Godhead ' s brow , No lightnings aid—no thunders guard them now . Repeated crimes the impious measure fill , And Rome but ministers the Eternal ' s will .
Yet not to foes or impious rites was given The pile held sacred in the sight of heaven ; Though the lost city groans beneath the sword , The Temple ne ' er shall own a Pagan lord ; Av " rapt in a robe of mystery and flame , Its fall was worthy its immortal fame . No curious eye the awful shrine profaned ,
No Roman step the sanctuary stained , By no rude hands its pinnacles o ' erthrown , It fell deserted b y its God—alone , vor ,. iv . y
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On Freemasonry.
bigotry , all but the sad recollection of their former state , and the curse pronounced by their offended God .
ILLUSTRATION . Strange is the human heart—a volume sealed , To none but God its mystery revealed : To Him youth ' s passions—and the wiles of age , Their secret counsels are an open page ; Each vain desire , or half-formed wish made known , The unborn , thought—the germ of action shown . Israel exalted b y His favouring hand
, Proud in her heritage the promised land ; The nation ' s envy , in the balance tried , Prosperity the test ; her God denied ; So fell the heathen slave—to rise again . Allien penitence should break her galling chain . Taught by long suffering , her faith arose—Firm ' mid despair—pure ' mid her mighty woes :
Fulfilled the years of bondage , her sad prayer Hose to his throne in humble incense there ; Then once again was stretched the saving hand , That led her children from Egyptian land , The strength displayed—whose column'd glory rose ,
I heir guide by day—the terror of their foes , The stern voice heard , that bade the seas divide , That crushed their tyrant in his hour of pride . In Babylon was seen the mystic sign , Traced by His hand in characters divine ; The dark king perished in his scorn o ' erthrown , And Royal Cyrus seized the vacant throne ; Rejoicing Israel hailed his blest decree
, That broke her bonds , and set her children free ; Crown'd with fresh beauty—to their longing eyes , Again the Temple ' s stately columns rise ; But short its splendour—a few ages past , Ruin its courts and mystic shrine o ' ercast , The foe once more watches at Salem ' s gates , The Roman round her wall impatient waits .
Fierce Titus rears his blood-stained banner there , In vain lost Judah pours the suppliant prayer ; A ^ eiled are the terrors of the Godhead ' s brow , No lightnings aid—no thunders guard them now . Repeated crimes the impious measure fill , And Rome but ministers the Eternal ' s will .
Yet not to foes or impious rites was given The pile held sacred in the sight of heaven ; Though the lost city groans beneath the sword , The Temple ne ' er shall own a Pagan lord ; Av " rapt in a robe of mystery and flame , Its fall was worthy its immortal fame . No curious eye the awful shrine profaned ,
No Roman step the sanctuary stained , By no rude hands its pinnacles o ' erthrown , It fell deserted b y its God—alone , vor ,. iv . y