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An Address To The Freemasons
His gentle sympathy now turned to heed The stranger ' s sorrow , and the stranger ' s need ; With right good will he ever sought to dry The tear that dimmed the lonel y orphan ' s eye ; He gave his pity , and bestowed ' his gold . Where want abided with the poor and old ; He burst the bonds of duty ' s narrow thrall , His soul grew wider , and he felt for all .
The rich man died—again his spirit flew , On through the broad , Elysian fields of blue ; Higher—still hi gher—till he saw once more , The crystal arch he failed to reach before : And trembling there , he feared to task his might , To travel further in the realms of li ght .
" Fear not , " the Angel Warder cried , " I see The plume that now will waft thee on to me ; Thy wings have now the feather that alone Lifts the created to the Maker ' s throne . 'Tis Mercy—bounteous Mercy—warm and wide , That brings the mortal to the Maker ' s side ; 'Tis dove-eyed Mercy deifies the ^ dust ; Man to be godlike must be more than ??« £
, . Up to thy place . " The Spirit soon obeyed The Angel ' s word—a tone of music played In melting murmurs round the field of ' blue , As cherubs came to lead the Spirit through . The crystal portal opened at the strain , The Spirit passed—the Angel watched again , Still crying to the short-winged sons of dust , "Man to be godlike must be more than just . "
YE , —willing workers in a sacred band , Among the noblest in our noble land ; Ye , gladly build , in Charity ' s blest name , The Christian altars raised to England ' s fame ; Altars that serve to break the storms that rage In fearful gloom round poverty and age . Ye help the helpless with a cheerful zeal , Ye feel for want as man should ever feel ; Ye shed the essence of your God around , For God is seen where Charity is found .
Fear not to die , for freely do ye spare Some of the "talents" trusted to your care ; Well may ye hope to gain the highest flight Toward the portal of celestial light , For if that portal Mercy ' s plume can win , Ye bear the pinions that shall let you in .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
An Address To The Freemasons
His gentle sympathy now turned to heed The stranger ' s sorrow , and the stranger ' s need ; With right good will he ever sought to dry The tear that dimmed the lonel y orphan ' s eye ; He gave his pity , and bestowed ' his gold . Where want abided with the poor and old ; He burst the bonds of duty ' s narrow thrall , His soul grew wider , and he felt for all .
The rich man died—again his spirit flew , On through the broad , Elysian fields of blue ; Higher—still hi gher—till he saw once more , The crystal arch he failed to reach before : And trembling there , he feared to task his might , To travel further in the realms of li ght .
" Fear not , " the Angel Warder cried , " I see The plume that now will waft thee on to me ; Thy wings have now the feather that alone Lifts the created to the Maker ' s throne . 'Tis Mercy—bounteous Mercy—warm and wide , That brings the mortal to the Maker ' s side ; 'Tis dove-eyed Mercy deifies the ^ dust ; Man to be godlike must be more than ??« £
, . Up to thy place . " The Spirit soon obeyed The Angel ' s word—a tone of music played In melting murmurs round the field of ' blue , As cherubs came to lead the Spirit through . The crystal portal opened at the strain , The Spirit passed—the Angel watched again , Still crying to the short-winged sons of dust , "Man to be godlike must be more than just . "
YE , —willing workers in a sacred band , Among the noblest in our noble land ; Ye , gladly build , in Charity ' s blest name , The Christian altars raised to England ' s fame ; Altars that serve to break the storms that rage In fearful gloom round poverty and age . Ye help the helpless with a cheerful zeal , Ye feel for want as man should ever feel ; Ye shed the essence of your God around , For God is seen where Charity is found .
Fear not to die , for freely do ye spare Some of the "talents" trusted to your care ; Well may ye hope to gain the highest flight Toward the portal of celestial light , For if that portal Mercy ' s plume can win , Ye bear the pinions that shall let you in .