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Article A REMINISCENCE OF DR. OLIVER'S LATE VISIT TO LONDON. Page 1 of 1 Article AN ASPIRATION, 1841-1842. Page 1 of 1
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A Reminiscence Of Dr. Oliver's Late Visit To London.
A REMINISCENCE OF DR . OLIVER'S LATE VISIT TO LONDON .
JBV BHOTHER EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , OF THE GRAND MASTER ' S LODGE , NO . lj AND P . M . OF NO . 49 . THE devotion of Curtius has always been prized—Why should worth , then , as great in our days be despised ? In describing a scene that the gods loved of old , A good man in struggles , the poets have told
That ' twas worthy of HIM , to whom Freemasons trace Every emblem that hallows their pure meeting-place . The Roman ' s great chivalry now we may see Revived—aye , and more , worthy Brother , in thee : Thine a task and a pride like the third crowning stone , Which over the now complete arch we see thrown ; Thy presence was wanting to hallow the shrine , Tripled , perfect , complete—and that glory was thine .
Brother Oliver ! twice have I felt thy embrace While giving our object Corinthian grace , Whose foliage at top makes its column appear The fairest of all in Freemasonry ' s sphere . I could envy thy fortune , could envy e ' er find A place in a fellow-craft ' s pure simple mind . Believe me , too , rather with thee would I stray , * While the briht torch of brotherhood lihts the
g gup way , Than be wise with the proud , with the selfish aud few , Who , convinced of the right , still in weakness pursue That other , dark , path . But I will not just now , With the faith of thy Masonry statnp'd on my brow , Say aught that might dim the bright dream while it last Of those happy nights that in banquet we pass'd , sull
Or y , with any harsh language of mine , The offering we ' ve laid on the Worthy Man ' s shrine . NOVEMBER 26 , 1841 .
An Aspiration, 1841-1842.
AN ASPIRATION , 1841-1842 .
THE Past , the ever-fed , yet craving Past , That swallows up the hours of life so fast , Another year has added to his prey ! How spent by us let each in secret say : — If ill—may evil thoughts no more assail ; If well—may more such deeds , and worthier , still prevail ! J . LEE STEVENS . DECEMBER , 31 , 1841 .
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A Reminiscence Of Dr. Oliver's Late Visit To London.
A REMINISCENCE OF DR . OLIVER'S LATE VISIT TO LONDON .
JBV BHOTHER EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , OF THE GRAND MASTER ' S LODGE , NO . lj AND P . M . OF NO . 49 . THE devotion of Curtius has always been prized—Why should worth , then , as great in our days be despised ? In describing a scene that the gods loved of old , A good man in struggles , the poets have told
That ' twas worthy of HIM , to whom Freemasons trace Every emblem that hallows their pure meeting-place . The Roman ' s great chivalry now we may see Revived—aye , and more , worthy Brother , in thee : Thine a task and a pride like the third crowning stone , Which over the now complete arch we see thrown ; Thy presence was wanting to hallow the shrine , Tripled , perfect , complete—and that glory was thine .
Brother Oliver ! twice have I felt thy embrace While giving our object Corinthian grace , Whose foliage at top makes its column appear The fairest of all in Freemasonry ' s sphere . I could envy thy fortune , could envy e ' er find A place in a fellow-craft ' s pure simple mind . Believe me , too , rather with thee would I stray , * While the briht torch of brotherhood lihts the
g gup way , Than be wise with the proud , with the selfish aud few , Who , convinced of the right , still in weakness pursue That other , dark , path . But I will not just now , With the faith of thy Masonry statnp'd on my brow , Say aught that might dim the bright dream while it last Of those happy nights that in banquet we pass'd , sull
Or y , with any harsh language of mine , The offering we ' ve laid on the Worthy Man ' s shrine . NOVEMBER 26 , 1841 .
An Aspiration, 1841-1842.
AN ASPIRATION , 1841-1842 .
THE Past , the ever-fed , yet craving Past , That swallows up the hours of life so fast , Another year has added to his prey ! How spent by us let each in secret say : — If ill—may evil thoughts no more assail ; If well—may more such deeds , and worthier , still prevail ! J . LEE STEVENS . DECEMBER , 31 , 1841 .