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Poetry.
POETRY .
SONG FOR ST . ANDREW'S DAY , 1841 . ny BOBERT GIMTLLAN , Bard to the Grand Lodge of Scotland .
NOVEMBER ' S lowering clouds of gloom Now gather o ' er Edina ' s sky ; Ancl for the pride ofSummer ' s bloom We hear the stormy tempest nigh ; But still , our hearts are glad and high ; For though we bow to Winter ' s
sway , We , link'd by loved Masonic tie , Give welcome to St . Andrew ' s day . ' Hail . ' happy day to Brothers dear , When Brothers only Brothers find , This is the jubilee of our year , The festival of soul and mind .
The World in darkness walketh blind , Nor marks of light a glimmering ray , But we , of Light , to all are kind , Give welcome to St . Andrew ' s day !
This is no hour of earthly pride , But one of love and festive joy—And long may he o ' er us preside , A master lov'd , a chieftain high , * Wealth worships wealth with jealous eye , And princes rule while men obey ; But weall Brothersonlvie
, , y To welcome in St . Andrew ' s day ! Our actions just , our precepts pure , Our charity o ' er all is seen . Our loyalty is tried and sure—God save the Prince and bless the Queen ! Aud as long years of peace have been
Beneath a Brunswick ' s gentle sway , So may the future gild , I ween , The glories of St . Andrew ' s day !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
SONG FOR ST . ANDREW'S DAY , 1841 . ny BOBERT GIMTLLAN , Bard to the Grand Lodge of Scotland .
NOVEMBER ' S lowering clouds of gloom Now gather o ' er Edina ' s sky ; Ancl for the pride ofSummer ' s bloom We hear the stormy tempest nigh ; But still , our hearts are glad and high ; For though we bow to Winter ' s
sway , We , link'd by loved Masonic tie , Give welcome to St . Andrew ' s day . ' Hail . ' happy day to Brothers dear , When Brothers only Brothers find , This is the jubilee of our year , The festival of soul and mind .
The World in darkness walketh blind , Nor marks of light a glimmering ray , But we , of Light , to all are kind , Give welcome to St . Andrew ' s day !
This is no hour of earthly pride , But one of love and festive joy—And long may he o ' er us preside , A master lov'd , a chieftain high , * Wealth worships wealth with jealous eye , And princes rule while men obey ; But weall Brothersonlvie
, , y To welcome in St . Andrew ' s day ! Our actions just , our precepts pure , Our charity o ' er all is seen . Our loyalty is tried and sure—God save the Prince and bless the Queen ! Aud as long years of peace have been
Beneath a Brunswick ' s gentle sway , So may the future gild , I ween , The glories of St . Andrew ' s day !