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Article A LILT FOR EVERY LODGE. ← Page 3 of 3 Article A SONG FOR THE SEASON. Page 1 of 1
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A Lilt For Every Lodge.
May year to year its strength uprear , And brighter honours bring it ; And may you long applaud my song , And 1 be here to sing it : — But let that pass and be each glass Of ev ' ry drop divested ; And you can then fill up again A bumper—when requested .
A Song For The Season.
A SONG FOR THE SEASON .
FRATERNALLY INSCRIBED TO BROTHER ROBERT GILFLLLAN , GRAND BARD OF SCOTLAND ; BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS . Air— " Green grow the rashes , O !" WHEN care his weary round has spent , And left us all at leisure , O , Towards the Lodge our steps are bent
" For labour and for pleasure , O !" Moral , pure Freemasonry—Social , true Freemasonry—There ' s no heraldic blasonry Gives honour like Freemasonry . ' With hand to hand we pledge our faith To ev ' ry lawful brother , O ;
And foot to foot , through storm and scaith , We toil to aid each other , O ! Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . On bended knees we vow to share ^ Our joys with those dejected , . ' — To make the poor our constant care—And shield the unprotected , O . ' Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c .
Our hearts their secret trusts retain , Nor e ' er receive them coldly , O ! Our tongues repel the slander-stain From brother masons , boldly , O ! Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . Thus ev ' ry point of social love Life ' s varied pathway
brightensO—^ , Thus virtue , mission'd from above , The darkest aye enlightens , O . ' Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . And when our duties for a while Are finish'd or suspended , O , The passing hour that we beguile By prudence is defended , O !
Moral , pure Freemasonry—Social , true Freemasonry—There ' s no heraldic blasonry Gives lustre like Freemasonry !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Lilt For Every Lodge.
May year to year its strength uprear , And brighter honours bring it ; And may you long applaud my song , And 1 be here to sing it : — But let that pass and be each glass Of ev ' ry drop divested ; And you can then fill up again A bumper—when requested .
A Song For The Season.
A SONG FOR THE SEASON .
FRATERNALLY INSCRIBED TO BROTHER ROBERT GILFLLLAN , GRAND BARD OF SCOTLAND ; BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS . Air— " Green grow the rashes , O !" WHEN care his weary round has spent , And left us all at leisure , O , Towards the Lodge our steps are bent
" For labour and for pleasure , O !" Moral , pure Freemasonry—Social , true Freemasonry—There ' s no heraldic blasonry Gives honour like Freemasonry . ' With hand to hand we pledge our faith To ev ' ry lawful brother , O ;
And foot to foot , through storm and scaith , We toil to aid each other , O ! Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . On bended knees we vow to share ^ Our joys with those dejected , . ' — To make the poor our constant care—And shield the unprotected , O . ' Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c .
Our hearts their secret trusts retain , Nor e ' er receive them coldly , O ! Our tongues repel the slander-stain From brother masons , boldly , O ! Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . Thus ev ' ry point of social love Life ' s varied pathway
brightensO—^ , Thus virtue , mission'd from above , The darkest aye enlightens , O . ' Moral , pure Freemasonry —& c . And when our duties for a while Are finish'd or suspended , O , The passing hour that we beguile By prudence is defended , O !
Moral , pure Freemasonry—Social , true Freemasonry—There ' s no heraldic blasonry Gives lustre like Freemasonry !