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Masonic Song,
MASONIC SONG ,
WRITTEN FOR ST . ANDREW ' S DAY , BY ROBERT GILFILLAN , BARD TO THE GRAND LODGE OF SCOTLAND . Again let us welcome this blythe happy day , That true Scottish'Masons will honour for aye ; And though from their country our Brothers may roam , This day will awaken up kindred and home !
Oh , this day will awaken up kindred and home ! And where is the desert or surf-beaten shore , Not traversed by Brothers we fondly adore ; Though absent afar , yet their heart we may claim , For absent or present , they ' re ever the same ! For absent or present , they ' re ever the same ! As far as St . Lawrence rolls mighty and deep
, To where the blue waves of the bright Ganges sleep , 'Mong the fair groves of Italy , or bleak Zembla ' s snow , " St . Andrew" and " Scotland" in bumpers shall flow ! " St . Andrew" and " Scotland" in bumpers shall flow ! Hail ! Land of our fathers—of mountain and glen—Of soft-blooming maidens , and true-hearted men , Oh ! long may thy thistle a dear emblem be ,
Of Liberty ' s birth-place , the home of the free ! Of Liberty ' s birth-place , the home of the free ! And ne ' er did the Thistle—fond type of the brave , More flourish in splendour—or more proudly wave , With bosom of purple , and leaves ever green , Than now when it blossoms for Scotland ' s Fair Queen ! Than now when it blossoms for Scotland ' s Fair Queen !
Victoria ! high princess ! oh , where is the band , Through all thy dominions—the length of the land—In devotion more deep , or in service more free , Than the Masons of Scotland are , loved Queen , to thee ? Than the Masons of Scotland are , loved Queen , to thee . '
December.
DECEMBER .
White-browed DECEMBER ! hoary-headed month . Thou ling e ring servant of the waning Year ! 'Mid piercing storms , and ice , and shiv ' ring snows-Pale with thine age—cold emblem of old Time —Thou comest with lessons of high truth to Man , Of glorious promise to his fallen race ! Though cold thy adventthough thy days are short ,
, Though Misery aye must follow in thy train ; Tet many a festive , happy hour is thine , Shared by the sire , and son , and lisping babe . Long-severed friends—and old familiar ties—By thee renewed , shall flourish yet again , And bloom in joyous foliage day by day-Through long-succeeding years of peaceful joy !
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Masonic Song,
MASONIC SONG ,
WRITTEN FOR ST . ANDREW ' S DAY , BY ROBERT GILFILLAN , BARD TO THE GRAND LODGE OF SCOTLAND . Again let us welcome this blythe happy day , That true Scottish'Masons will honour for aye ; And though from their country our Brothers may roam , This day will awaken up kindred and home !
Oh , this day will awaken up kindred and home ! And where is the desert or surf-beaten shore , Not traversed by Brothers we fondly adore ; Though absent afar , yet their heart we may claim , For absent or present , they ' re ever the same ! For absent or present , they ' re ever the same ! As far as St . Lawrence rolls mighty and deep
, To where the blue waves of the bright Ganges sleep , 'Mong the fair groves of Italy , or bleak Zembla ' s snow , " St . Andrew" and " Scotland" in bumpers shall flow ! " St . Andrew" and " Scotland" in bumpers shall flow ! Hail ! Land of our fathers—of mountain and glen—Of soft-blooming maidens , and true-hearted men , Oh ! long may thy thistle a dear emblem be ,
Of Liberty ' s birth-place , the home of the free ! Of Liberty ' s birth-place , the home of the free ! And ne ' er did the Thistle—fond type of the brave , More flourish in splendour—or more proudly wave , With bosom of purple , and leaves ever green , Than now when it blossoms for Scotland ' s Fair Queen ! Than now when it blossoms for Scotland ' s Fair Queen !
Victoria ! high princess ! oh , where is the band , Through all thy dominions—the length of the land—In devotion more deep , or in service more free , Than the Masons of Scotland are , loved Queen , to thee ? Than the Masons of Scotland are , loved Queen , to thee . '
December.
DECEMBER .
White-browed DECEMBER ! hoary-headed month . Thou ling e ring servant of the waning Year ! 'Mid piercing storms , and ice , and shiv ' ring snows-Pale with thine age—cold emblem of old Time —Thou comest with lessons of high truth to Man , Of glorious promise to his fallen race ! Though cold thy adventthough thy days are short ,
, Though Misery aye must follow in thy train ; Tet many a festive , happy hour is thine , Shared by the sire , and son , and lisping babe . Long-severed friends—and old familiar ties—By thee renewed , shall flourish yet again , And bloom in joyous foliage day by day-Through long-succeeding years of peaceful joy !