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Poetry.
POETRY .
TO MASONRY . On , MASONRY ! eternal beam Of Light , which , in unbroken stream , Flows from the great , the good Supreme , Gild with thy living ray The ebon chambers of my heart ; Irradiate each secret part ; And through the clouds of Error dart The light of rising day .
For thou ' rt a day-spring to the soul , A dawn whose day shall never set ; But still through boundless ether roll ; The pride of thy Great Architect , — AVho , when he saw thy form arise , And stream along the glowing skies , By His august decree ;
Scattered upon thy rosy wing , The dew of an eternal spring , And Immortality . In all thy pristine loveliness , Descending from above , Unto our home of weariness , Thou cam ' st on wings of love .
Thy spirit shone around us , Awaking tender ties ; To . Nature ' s altar bound us , And pointed to the skies .
Thy handmaids Hope and Charity , And Faith , with raptured gaze , AA ^ ere ministering unto thee , Around thy altar ' s blaze . Unto whose herns in sacrifice , Was bound our nature ' s darling vice , An off ' ring meet unto the Lord ,
Thy solemn rites so well adored . AV . SHEWING , Robert Burns' Lodge , 25 .
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Poetry.
POETRY .
TO MASONRY . On , MASONRY ! eternal beam Of Light , which , in unbroken stream , Flows from the great , the good Supreme , Gild with thy living ray The ebon chambers of my heart ; Irradiate each secret part ; And through the clouds of Error dart The light of rising day .
For thou ' rt a day-spring to the soul , A dawn whose day shall never set ; But still through boundless ether roll ; The pride of thy Great Architect , — AVho , when he saw thy form arise , And stream along the glowing skies , By His august decree ;
Scattered upon thy rosy wing , The dew of an eternal spring , And Immortality . In all thy pristine loveliness , Descending from above , Unto our home of weariness , Thou cam ' st on wings of love .
Thy spirit shone around us , Awaking tender ties ; To . Nature ' s altar bound us , And pointed to the skies .
Thy handmaids Hope and Charity , And Faith , with raptured gaze , AA ^ ere ministering unto thee , Around thy altar ' s blaze . Unto whose herns in sacrifice , Was bound our nature ' s darling vice , An off ' ring meet unto the Lord ,
Thy solemn rites so well adored . AV . SHEWING , Robert Burns' Lodge , 25 .