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Written for the Annual Festival ofthe Lodge Leith and Cuiionyule , Canon , gale and Leith , HY ItOIiJiltT GILFILLAN , BAKU TO THE GRAND LODGE OE SCOTLAND .
SINCE last we met in festive throng , We mourn a Brother passed away , A chief , * who high our ranks among Did grace our last St . Andrew ' s day . But such is life—a feeble ray—A shadow , that will quickly flee . '
Then turn to LIGHT , that stands for aye , The glorious Light of Masonry ! While all things change this glows the same , By love and truth for ever fann'd , And burns a bright and lambent flame ,
O ' er this and every other land ! Then join in heart as well as hand , Ye who from bonds are now made free , Ancl round the magic circle stand , That guards the Light of Masonry . '
As music at the moonlight hour , Down in some glen when night is young , Falls on the ear with mystic power , Soft whispering songs from Echo ' s tongue ! Ancl harps , by hands not mortal strung ,
Lend forth a pleasing melody—' ¦ So there ' s a dreamy grandeur hung Around the Light of Masonry ! Fill high the cup!—this night is ours , Gleaned from the labours of the day ;
No sorrow comes , no dark cloud low ' rs , To chase the beam of joy away ! But still , while wit and song hold sway . Time-seasoned mirth and social glee , We mourn the Brothers gone for aye , From Light of glorious Masonry !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Song,
SONG ,
Written for the Annual Festival ofthe Lodge Leith and Cuiionyule , Canon , gale and Leith , HY ItOIiJiltT GILFILLAN , BAKU TO THE GRAND LODGE OE SCOTLAND .
SINCE last we met in festive throng , We mourn a Brother passed away , A chief , * who high our ranks among Did grace our last St . Andrew ' s day . But such is life—a feeble ray—A shadow , that will quickly flee . '
Then turn to LIGHT , that stands for aye , The glorious Light of Masonry ! While all things change this glows the same , By love and truth for ever fann'd , And burns a bright and lambent flame ,
O ' er this and every other land ! Then join in heart as well as hand , Ye who from bonds are now made free , Ancl round the magic circle stand , That guards the Light of Masonry . '
As music at the moonlight hour , Down in some glen when night is young , Falls on the ear with mystic power , Soft whispering songs from Echo ' s tongue ! Ancl harps , by hands not mortal strung ,
Lend forth a pleasing melody—' ¦ So there ' s a dreamy grandeur hung Around the Light of Masonry ! Fill high the cup!—this night is ours , Gleaned from the labours of the day ;
No sorrow comes , no dark cloud low ' rs , To chase the beam of joy away ! But still , while wit and song hold sway . Time-seasoned mirth and social glee , We mourn the Brothers gone for aye , From Light of glorious Masonry !