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Poetry.
He is your Brother;—shall he shiv ' ring stand AVhile Masons have a voice—a heart—a hand ? Ye have done much to memorize the name , Rear now the highest pillar of your fame , THE " OLD MAN ' REFUGE IN DECLINING YEARS , ' And earn a title to his grateful tears .
Oh , Love fraternal!—principle divine!—One touch of thee makes erring nature shine With the pure radiance of angelic grace That ting'd with glory Adam ' s undimm'd face , — Bids strife depart to reign with fools and slaves , Whose creeds are narrow as their joys and graves ! By thy bless'd pow ' r behold one common bond More wonders working than a fairy ' s
wand—Colombia , Albion , Caledonia , Gaul , Erin , and Cambria , bid their banners fall : ALL Lands wherein thy influence is felt Into one universal nation melt I
The tawny SAVAGE—nature ' s unschool'd child , But half develop'd—by his impulse wild Is taught to love thee as the source of good , And build thine Altar in his deep green wood : Then , sinks his hatred to the " pale faced" race Within the mystic folds of thy embrace . The NOBLE of fair lands and lofty name Deems thee the dearest portion of his
fame—Bright deeds achieved beneath his knightly vow Adorn him well , but thine shall crown his brow ; The PEASANT ' hand he grasps in faith sincere , And holds his rights as his own honour dear !
How doth thy voice , Oh Love fraternal ! pierce Thro' the dull brain of Interest , factions fierce , Customs corrupt—from Time ' s abuses stored And o ' er the Million like a plague-spout poured : As flies the pen that dares be true , and free , Sending its missives over land and sea . AVhen lie whose mind of lihtwith bold
g , courage , Alike the Clown and Scholar ' s annals told , Bade " Lord and Beggar" with no fav ' ring hand Stand forth in bold relief at his command , Thy spirit nerved him in his noble aim ; And thou shalt bless him more than all his fame .
The SOLDIER , too , though deck d with laurels , won By his unfaltering arm , not yet has done—He must not rest while Veteran heads are bare , They challenge him , and he has learn d to dare f Not now his sword must fly its scabbard ' s hold , He wins the battle when their cause is told : Victorious RIGHT a bloodless triumph gains , He an -unspotted coronal attains !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
He is your Brother;—shall he shiv ' ring stand AVhile Masons have a voice—a heart—a hand ? Ye have done much to memorize the name , Rear now the highest pillar of your fame , THE " OLD MAN ' REFUGE IN DECLINING YEARS , ' And earn a title to his grateful tears .
Oh , Love fraternal!—principle divine!—One touch of thee makes erring nature shine With the pure radiance of angelic grace That ting'd with glory Adam ' s undimm'd face , — Bids strife depart to reign with fools and slaves , Whose creeds are narrow as their joys and graves ! By thy bless'd pow ' r behold one common bond More wonders working than a fairy ' s
wand—Colombia , Albion , Caledonia , Gaul , Erin , and Cambria , bid their banners fall : ALL Lands wherein thy influence is felt Into one universal nation melt I
The tawny SAVAGE—nature ' s unschool'd child , But half develop'd—by his impulse wild Is taught to love thee as the source of good , And build thine Altar in his deep green wood : Then , sinks his hatred to the " pale faced" race Within the mystic folds of thy embrace . The NOBLE of fair lands and lofty name Deems thee the dearest portion of his
fame—Bright deeds achieved beneath his knightly vow Adorn him well , but thine shall crown his brow ; The PEASANT ' hand he grasps in faith sincere , And holds his rights as his own honour dear !
How doth thy voice , Oh Love fraternal ! pierce Thro' the dull brain of Interest , factions fierce , Customs corrupt—from Time ' s abuses stored And o ' er the Million like a plague-spout poured : As flies the pen that dares be true , and free , Sending its missives over land and sea . AVhen lie whose mind of lihtwith bold
g , courage , Alike the Clown and Scholar ' s annals told , Bade " Lord and Beggar" with no fav ' ring hand Stand forth in bold relief at his command , Thy spirit nerved him in his noble aim ; And thou shalt bless him more than all his fame .
The SOLDIER , too , though deck d with laurels , won By his unfaltering arm , not yet has done—He must not rest while Veteran heads are bare , They challenge him , and he has learn d to dare f Not now his sword must fly its scabbard ' s hold , He wins the battle when their cause is told : Victorious RIGHT a bloodless triumph gains , He an -unspotted coronal attains !