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Article THE CHOICE. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE WORSHIPP'D ONE. Page 1 of 1 Article A LILT FOR EVERY LODGE. Page 1 of 3 →
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The Choice.
Discreetly answered the maiden gay , Though now thou art comely to see , My locks will be brown when thine are grey , So Autumn , I'll ne ' er wed with thee . Spring came at last , the maiden sighed , For her fight heart no longer was free , Thine thine
, I am , with blushes she cried , Sweet Spring is the bridegroom for me . J . F . SMITH .
The Worshipp'd One.
THE WORSHIPP'D ONE .
By BR . J . LEE STEVENS . I name her not , that no betraying sigh May give my secret to the babbling air , And bring , perchance , some spirit from on high Who might to realms of kindred lustre bear My worshipp'd one ! Or bring together an imperial host
Of rivals , who in partial jealousy Might doom the lover they all dreaded most , And desolate the heart that draws to me My worshipp'd one ! Yet earthly power—superhuman might—Are infant weaknesses where love
defies—Come crowds of kings !—come spirits clothed in light!—Me ye can never conquer—nor surprise My worship'd one J
A Lilt For Every Lodge.
A LILT FOR EVERY LODGE .
RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO THE SIX OR SEVEN HUNDRED LODGES UNDER THE BANNER OP ENGLAND , AND AS MANY MORE AS MAY BE PLEASED TO ADOPT IT , " BY BROTHER JOHN LEE STEVENS . Air— " Christening little Joey . " KIND Brothers all , the Master ' s call
Enforces me before ye , To sing a stave so long and grave I ' m much afraid ' twill bore ye ; Yet mind , if you should think so too , To lighten my disaster , You must agree to pardon me , And only blame the Master : —
But let that pass and be each glass Of ev ' ry drop divested ; And you may then fill up again As soon as you ' re requested I vor .. r . 3 , j
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Choice.
Discreetly answered the maiden gay , Though now thou art comely to see , My locks will be brown when thine are grey , So Autumn , I'll ne ' er wed with thee . Spring came at last , the maiden sighed , For her fight heart no longer was free , Thine thine
, I am , with blushes she cried , Sweet Spring is the bridegroom for me . J . F . SMITH .
The Worshipp'd One.
THE WORSHIPP'D ONE .
By BR . J . LEE STEVENS . I name her not , that no betraying sigh May give my secret to the babbling air , And bring , perchance , some spirit from on high Who might to realms of kindred lustre bear My worshipp'd one ! Or bring together an imperial host
Of rivals , who in partial jealousy Might doom the lover they all dreaded most , And desolate the heart that draws to me My worshipp'd one ! Yet earthly power—superhuman might—Are infant weaknesses where love
defies—Come crowds of kings !—come spirits clothed in light!—Me ye can never conquer—nor surprise My worship'd one J
A Lilt For Every Lodge.
A LILT FOR EVERY LODGE .
RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO THE SIX OR SEVEN HUNDRED LODGES UNDER THE BANNER OP ENGLAND , AND AS MANY MORE AS MAY BE PLEASED TO ADOPT IT , " BY BROTHER JOHN LEE STEVENS . Air— " Christening little Joey . " KIND Brothers all , the Master ' s call
Enforces me before ye , To sing a stave so long and grave I ' m much afraid ' twill bore ye ; Yet mind , if you should think so too , To lighten my disaster , You must agree to pardon me , And only blame the Master : —
But let that pass and be each glass Of ev ' ry drop divested ; And you may then fill up again As soon as you ' re requested I vor .. r . 3 , j