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The Mason's Dream.
THE MASON'S DREAM .
Hail , happy dreams ! thy gift , O balmy sleep , When the tired senses from their vigil keep ; And the rapt soul escapes its tomb of earth , To taste in visions its immortal birth . Pledge of the glorious future , when old Time His scythe and iron sceptre shall resign ; When Death , the guardian of life ' s unknown shore ,
Lost in Eternity , shall reign no more . Hail , blessed sleep ! thine is the gifted spell To ' wake in shadow ' s scenes remembered well ; To set the chain ' cl imagination free , Ancl paint in rainbow hues whate ' er might be ; Visions of heaven to thoughts of earth combine , Ancl form a whole—half human , half divine . As late I wander'd , where the Rhine ' s swift tide Severs Almagnia from fair Gallia ' s side ,
Thy power fell on me ; by that lovely stream My soul was plunged in an elysian dream . Methought that life ' s brief , joyless scene was o ' er , And that J trod that tesselated floor—That sacred lodge , the goal of life ' s short race . The faithful Mason ' s holy resting place . Gorgeous the scene that burst upon my sight :
The Royal Arch , veiled in its flood of light , Enoch ' s lost mystery , embroidered fair , In characters of living gold was there . The good of every land before that shrine . Adored the mighty Architect divine , The Eastern magi , ancl the Grecian sage , The wise of every climeof everyage
, _ All who received the law , with wisdom fraught , And practised in their lives the truths it taught . On either side two graceful columns rose , Shadowing the mighty thrones , reared high for those Chiefs of the Craft—David , thy royal son , And Tyre thy boast , Hiram and Solomon . Enthroned , as while on earth in purple state ,
Favoured 'hove all , the Temple ' s builder sat , His regal brow flashed with the living gem , As pure , as matchless bright , and dazzling then As when in earthly pomp and state it bore Old Israel's diadem of yore . And He , the unnamed faithful constant one , Victim and chief , the widow ' s only son ,
Stood by the altar ministering there The holy offering of his brethren ' s prayer , Who yet on earth pursued , the narrow road That leads to virtue ' s happy last abode . Badge of his sacred rank the square he wore , A golden censer in his hand he bore . Streaming with odours , not from the sandal tree , Frankincense , myrrh , or spice of Araby ,
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The Mason's Dream.
THE MASON'S DREAM .
Hail , happy dreams ! thy gift , O balmy sleep , When the tired senses from their vigil keep ; And the rapt soul escapes its tomb of earth , To taste in visions its immortal birth . Pledge of the glorious future , when old Time His scythe and iron sceptre shall resign ; When Death , the guardian of life ' s unknown shore ,
Lost in Eternity , shall reign no more . Hail , blessed sleep ! thine is the gifted spell To ' wake in shadow ' s scenes remembered well ; To set the chain ' cl imagination free , Ancl paint in rainbow hues whate ' er might be ; Visions of heaven to thoughts of earth combine , Ancl form a whole—half human , half divine . As late I wander'd , where the Rhine ' s swift tide Severs Almagnia from fair Gallia ' s side ,
Thy power fell on me ; by that lovely stream My soul was plunged in an elysian dream . Methought that life ' s brief , joyless scene was o ' er , And that J trod that tesselated floor—That sacred lodge , the goal of life ' s short race . The faithful Mason ' s holy resting place . Gorgeous the scene that burst upon my sight :
The Royal Arch , veiled in its flood of light , Enoch ' s lost mystery , embroidered fair , In characters of living gold was there . The good of every land before that shrine . Adored the mighty Architect divine , The Eastern magi , ancl the Grecian sage , The wise of every climeof everyage
, _ All who received the law , with wisdom fraught , And practised in their lives the truths it taught . On either side two graceful columns rose , Shadowing the mighty thrones , reared high for those Chiefs of the Craft—David , thy royal son , And Tyre thy boast , Hiram and Solomon . Enthroned , as while on earth in purple state ,
Favoured 'hove all , the Temple ' s builder sat , His regal brow flashed with the living gem , As pure , as matchless bright , and dazzling then As when in earthly pomp and state it bore Old Israel's diadem of yore . And He , the unnamed faithful constant one , Victim and chief , the widow ' s only son ,
Stood by the altar ministering there The holy offering of his brethren ' s prayer , Who yet on earth pursued , the narrow road That leads to virtue ' s happy last abode . Badge of his sacred rank the square he wore , A golden censer in his hand he bore . Streaming with odours , not from the sandal tree , Frankincense , myrrh , or spice of Araby ,