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Article "ITS PRECEPTS ARE ETERNAL;" OR , THE PRACTICE OF A FREEMASON'S DAUGHTER. ← Page 11 of 11 Article AN ADDRESS TO THE FREEMASONS Page 1 of 2 →
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"Its Precepts Are Eternal;" Or , The Practice Of A Freemason's Daughter.
And the hrau Pfefier , with a low whistle , summoned her son i ' ritz to her side ; ancl with many an earnest and anxious caution , addressed to him in German , bade him " not lose sight or grasp of the English gentleman till he had seen him iairly tvithtn the English ambassador ' s mansion . " ( To he continued . )
An Address To The Freemasons
AN ADDRESS TO THE FREEMASONS
BY ELIZA COOK . A RICH man lived ' mid all that Life could know Of . Peace and Plenty in our lot below ; His wealth was ready and liis hand was kind , Where friends miht sue or riid Duty bind
g g He gave to kindred , and bestowed his aid Where Right could sanction the demand it made : But there he paused—his bosom never felt Compassion ' s impulse kindle , rise , and melt . With stoic ease he turned from every cause lhat had no claim except through Mercy ' s laws ¦ And coldlgoodhe measured out his
y , span , An honest , moral , true , and prudent man . The rich man died—and cleansed from earthly leaven U pward he sprang on pinions stretch'd for Heaven Onward he soared , and well-ni gh reached the gate Wiiere Angel sentries ever watch and wait •But there he fluttered—just below the place ' Where Bliss and
Glory pour their crowning grace : btriving with hope to gain the eternal height , And weakl y drooping as he sought the flight . Tis vam , " the Angel Keeper cried , « 'til vain - ibou must return and dwell on earth again ; One feather more thy ample wings must wea ' r , ire they will bear thee through this ambient air •brood as thou art , go back to human dust ¦ Man to be godlike must be more than just . "
The humbled Spirit took its downward way And here resumed its working garb of clay - For threescore years and ten it stemm'd Life ' s tide And breathed and thought—the trying and the tried , btill was he honest , still he loved the best The ones who claimed the kindness in his breast , btill was he trusted as the type of truth , The moral oracle of age and youth . His love began with mother , ' wife , child , friend •But there he found Affection must not end . '
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"Its Precepts Are Eternal;" Or , The Practice Of A Freemason's Daughter.
And the hrau Pfefier , with a low whistle , summoned her son i ' ritz to her side ; ancl with many an earnest and anxious caution , addressed to him in German , bade him " not lose sight or grasp of the English gentleman till he had seen him iairly tvithtn the English ambassador ' s mansion . " ( To he continued . )
An Address To The Freemasons
AN ADDRESS TO THE FREEMASONS
BY ELIZA COOK . A RICH man lived ' mid all that Life could know Of . Peace and Plenty in our lot below ; His wealth was ready and liis hand was kind , Where friends miht sue or riid Duty bind
g g He gave to kindred , and bestowed his aid Where Right could sanction the demand it made : But there he paused—his bosom never felt Compassion ' s impulse kindle , rise , and melt . With stoic ease he turned from every cause lhat had no claim except through Mercy ' s laws ¦ And coldlgoodhe measured out his
y , span , An honest , moral , true , and prudent man . The rich man died—and cleansed from earthly leaven U pward he sprang on pinions stretch'd for Heaven Onward he soared , and well-ni gh reached the gate Wiiere Angel sentries ever watch and wait •But there he fluttered—just below the place ' Where Bliss and
Glory pour their crowning grace : btriving with hope to gain the eternal height , And weakl y drooping as he sought the flight . Tis vam , " the Angel Keeper cried , « 'til vain - ibou must return and dwell on earth again ; One feather more thy ample wings must wea ' r , ire they will bear thee through this ambient air •brood as thou art , go back to human dust ¦ Man to be godlike must be more than just . "
The humbled Spirit took its downward way And here resumed its working garb of clay - For threescore years and ten it stemm'd Life ' s tide And breathed and thought—the trying and the tried , btill was he honest , still he loved the best The ones who claimed the kindness in his breast , btill was he trusted as the type of truth , The moral oracle of age and youth . His love began with mother , ' wife , child , friend •But there he found Affection must not end . '