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Knight Templar's Song.
KNIGHT TEMPLAR'S SONG .
WRITTEN BY ROBERT GILITLLAN , P 0 KT-I . AUR . KA 1 T . TO TKK fiF . AND LODC . K Of SCOTLAND . A LOWLY Pilgrim , weak and worn , Would fain approach that Temple high AA'hjch stands hnong airy clouds upborne , Lnscen hy vile or vul
gar eye ; AA'here , in that palace of the sky , A thousand heavenly sights are seen , Where TRUTH presides in majesty , And LOVE—all lovely—reigns as queen ! " How would he climb that giddy steep ?—Knows he the dangers of the way ?
The hill is high , the valley deep , That lead from night to glorious day ! AVhere is his trust , and whence his stay ? Hath he a spirit meekly given To leave the clods of kindred clay , And cross the ARCHWAY path to Heaven ?"
AVith Brothers of the Sacred Li ght He fears not in their steps to go , And glad would leave the gloom of night To where the beams of morning glow ! For though , o ' er mountains clad with snow , 'Mid darkness he is doom'd to stray , Still BUHXES * the upward truth will show
, And R .-i .-iisAi-t he shall lead the way . ' " Then Pilgrim mount , nor fear to climb , Thy heart is good , thy courage strong ; Up ! to the awful height sublime , The Temple and its Priests among ! Thy steps we'll cheer with wine and song
, And words that tell the Soul is free . Up ! Pilgrim , up ! thou'lt reach , ere long , The high Mont Blanc of Masonry ! " 'Tis done ! now sunshine lights the sky And gladness takes the place of woe ; Awake the harp and sound it hih
g , Let mirth and all its music flow . Here , flowers that wither not , shall grow , And buds shall bloom that will not die : This is the land of LIGHT !—below Dark storms and low ' ring tempests lie !"
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Knight Templar's Song.
KNIGHT TEMPLAR'S SONG .
WRITTEN BY ROBERT GILITLLAN , P 0 KT-I . AUR . KA 1 T . TO TKK fiF . AND LODC . K Of SCOTLAND . A LOWLY Pilgrim , weak and worn , Would fain approach that Temple high AA'hjch stands hnong airy clouds upborne , Lnscen hy vile or vul
gar eye ; AA'here , in that palace of the sky , A thousand heavenly sights are seen , Where TRUTH presides in majesty , And LOVE—all lovely—reigns as queen ! " How would he climb that giddy steep ?—Knows he the dangers of the way ?
The hill is high , the valley deep , That lead from night to glorious day ! AVhere is his trust , and whence his stay ? Hath he a spirit meekly given To leave the clods of kindred clay , And cross the ARCHWAY path to Heaven ?"
AVith Brothers of the Sacred Li ght He fears not in their steps to go , And glad would leave the gloom of night To where the beams of morning glow ! For though , o ' er mountains clad with snow , 'Mid darkness he is doom'd to stray , Still BUHXES * the upward truth will show
, And R .-i .-iisAi-t he shall lead the way . ' " Then Pilgrim mount , nor fear to climb , Thy heart is good , thy courage strong ; Up ! to the awful height sublime , The Temple and its Priests among ! Thy steps we'll cheer with wine and song
, And words that tell the Soul is free . Up ! Pilgrim , up ! thou'lt reach , ere long , The high Mont Blanc of Masonry ! " 'Tis done ! now sunshine lights the sky And gladness takes the place of woe ; Awake the harp and sound it hih
g , Let mirth and all its music flow . Here , flowers that wither not , shall grow , And buds shall bloom that will not die : This is the land of LIGHT !—below Dark storms and low ' ring tempests lie !"