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On Freemasonry.
Who sprang from Shem ' s pure race ; before his eyes Fair fertile fields and fruitful vallies rise . The sacred hill within whose cavern'd womb The symbols of the last world found a tomb , Crown'd ivith the Temple , girt in holy pride , Rose in her beauty like some stately bride .
Dazzled by visions of that glorious clime , Speechless in joy—fili'd his appointed time , His aged head he bow'd on Joshua ' s breast , In the bright knowledge of the future blest ; For him death veil'd the terrors of his brow . No lingering struggles laid the prophet low ;
The mantle of his GOD was o ' er him cast , And ' neath its shade the graves cold barrier past , No human eye can pierce the mystic gloom That shades the prophet ' s lonely , secret tomb : No mortal hand be found of skill to trace
His awful ashes sacred resting-place . Joshua , whose faith stay'd the bright setting sun , The promised land from Canaan ' s fierce race won ; Then flourish'd Israel like some goodly tree , Proud in her strength , unfetter'd , stately , free . Our sacred brotherhood , then , hand in hand ,
Spread knowledge , science , through that favour d land . Prophets and kings participation sought In those pure rites with truth and wisdom fraught , Till the dread sign , the awful name was won , By thee our pride , thrice royal Solomon . 'Twas thine and Hiram ' s skill to rear that fane
Whose mystic import man shall seek m vain Without our secret key . Bright was the hour When Israel ' s princes , in their pride ancl power , Knelt in the temple ' s court , the living flame , The accepted sacrifice to all proclaim . Brightly the splendour of the GODHEAD shone ,
In awful glory , from his living throne ; Then bow'd was every brow—no human sight Could brave the splendour of that flood of light That veil'd His presence—and His awful form , Whose path the whirlwind is—whose breath the storm .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On Freemasonry.
Who sprang from Shem ' s pure race ; before his eyes Fair fertile fields and fruitful vallies rise . The sacred hill within whose cavern'd womb The symbols of the last world found a tomb , Crown'd ivith the Temple , girt in holy pride , Rose in her beauty like some stately bride .
Dazzled by visions of that glorious clime , Speechless in joy—fili'd his appointed time , His aged head he bow'd on Joshua ' s breast , In the bright knowledge of the future blest ; For him death veil'd the terrors of his brow . No lingering struggles laid the prophet low ;
The mantle of his GOD was o ' er him cast , And ' neath its shade the graves cold barrier past , No human eye can pierce the mystic gloom That shades the prophet ' s lonely , secret tomb : No mortal hand be found of skill to trace
His awful ashes sacred resting-place . Joshua , whose faith stay'd the bright setting sun , The promised land from Canaan ' s fierce race won ; Then flourish'd Israel like some goodly tree , Proud in her strength , unfetter'd , stately , free . Our sacred brotherhood , then , hand in hand ,
Spread knowledge , science , through that favour d land . Prophets and kings participation sought In those pure rites with truth and wisdom fraught , Till the dread sign , the awful name was won , By thee our pride , thrice royal Solomon . 'Twas thine and Hiram ' s skill to rear that fane
Whose mystic import man shall seek m vain Without our secret key . Bright was the hour When Israel ' s princes , in their pride ancl power , Knelt in the temple ' s court , the living flame , The accepted sacrifice to all proclaim . Brightly the splendour of the GODHEAD shone ,
In awful glory , from his living throne ; Then bow'd was every brow—no human sight Could brave the splendour of that flood of light That veil'd His presence—and His awful form , Whose path the whirlwind is—whose breath the storm .