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An Address,
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For the Seventh Anniversary Festival in aid ofthe Asylum for thc Worthy Aged and Decayed Freemason , held on the 15 th June , 1842 , in Freemasons' Hall . " LET THERE BE LIGHT !"—the glad Creation beams , As o ' er the seas the joyful blessing gleams ; Planets and Systems—Ocean and the
Land—Start into sight , and own the blest command : Bursts fruit and flower—forth creeps each infant thing—And sky and earth with new-born praises ring . Fullness of Light ! most cheerful boon of Heaven : Oh , may we give as thou to us art given !
Lo ! higher blessing comes— " LET THERE BE PEACE ! Good will on earth begin and never cease !"Marks the glad dawning of earth's second prime , And Heavenly Light sheds over every clime . The chastened mind—the will that owns control—The cultured taste—the self-subduing soul—Unselfish feelings—all direct to thee Fruitful in all things—heaven-born Charity !
From the first hour when Light gave birth to Time , Till now—when Earth is lingering past her prime , No hour has past—no hastening sand has ran , But Man has owned the aid of Brother man , The open hand—the cheerful , feeling heart , That gifts and sympathy alike impart , Throughout all timein every passing
age—, Have been the fervent theme of Saint and Sage ; But most the MASON has been taught to feel For others' woes—to give with cheerful zeal—Youth—guided Youth—their thoughtful cares display Through culture shown the good , the heaven-ward way .
But , strange ! though Age would seem to most demand The steady aid of Friendship ' s guiding hand ; The faltering foot—the pain-enforced sigh—The faded sense—the almost darkened eye—Still have been left most desolate—to roam—Denied THAT BLESSING AGE MOST WANTS—A HOME .
MASONS ! ' tis this we ask you to amend ; Ask you these Poor and Aged to befriend . Build them a House ! with thankfulness elate Let their tired Age find rest within your gate . " HONOUB . YOUR . ELDERS !"—bow to this behest , And peaceful thoughts shall ever fill your breast ; And length of days , and credit in the land ,
Shall crown your faith in Heaven ' s direct command ; While from the fane you now assist to raise , Shall grateful incense rise of prayer and praise . ' BRO . EDWARD BREWSTER , MOIRA , 109 .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
An Address,
AN ADDRESS ,
For the Seventh Anniversary Festival in aid ofthe Asylum for thc Worthy Aged and Decayed Freemason , held on the 15 th June , 1842 , in Freemasons' Hall . " LET THERE BE LIGHT !"—the glad Creation beams , As o ' er the seas the joyful blessing gleams ; Planets and Systems—Ocean and the
Land—Start into sight , and own the blest command : Bursts fruit and flower—forth creeps each infant thing—And sky and earth with new-born praises ring . Fullness of Light ! most cheerful boon of Heaven : Oh , may we give as thou to us art given !
Lo ! higher blessing comes— " LET THERE BE PEACE ! Good will on earth begin and never cease !"Marks the glad dawning of earth's second prime , And Heavenly Light sheds over every clime . The chastened mind—the will that owns control—The cultured taste—the self-subduing soul—Unselfish feelings—all direct to thee Fruitful in all things—heaven-born Charity !
From the first hour when Light gave birth to Time , Till now—when Earth is lingering past her prime , No hour has past—no hastening sand has ran , But Man has owned the aid of Brother man , The open hand—the cheerful , feeling heart , That gifts and sympathy alike impart , Throughout all timein every passing
age—, Have been the fervent theme of Saint and Sage ; But most the MASON has been taught to feel For others' woes—to give with cheerful zeal—Youth—guided Youth—their thoughtful cares display Through culture shown the good , the heaven-ward way .
But , strange ! though Age would seem to most demand The steady aid of Friendship ' s guiding hand ; The faltering foot—the pain-enforced sigh—The faded sense—the almost darkened eye—Still have been left most desolate—to roam—Denied THAT BLESSING AGE MOST WANTS—A HOME .
MASONS ! ' tis this we ask you to amend ; Ask you these Poor and Aged to befriend . Build them a House ! with thankfulness elate Let their tired Age find rest within your gate . " HONOUB . YOUR . ELDERS !"—bow to this behest , And peaceful thoughts shall ever fill your breast ; And length of days , and credit in the land ,
Shall crown your faith in Heaven ' s direct command ; While from the fane you now assist to raise , Shall grateful incense rise of prayer and praise . ' BRO . EDWARD BREWSTER , MOIRA , 109 .