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Inscribed to Bro . G . Weir , of the Lodge St . Baldred ' s , North Berwiclt , No . 313 . BY BROTHER G . TAIT , Ofthe Haddington St . John's Kilwinning Lodge . DEAR Brother of the sacred fire !
That lights , above , the poet ' s shrine , Awake ' . and tune thy jrustic lyre , That it may play in chord ivith mine . I may not sing of love—as I Have sung of old—in merry strain ; My muse is dull , yet let me try To rouse her slumbering harp again .
Perchance the wailings of the bard May , with a tear , bedim her eye ; That fate , indeed , is more than hard . Through life to sing , unsung to die . Oh ! come with all thy soul , and sweep The heart-strings o ' er in mystic lays ;
E ' en let thy theme be dark and deep—The vanished joys of other days ; DECEMBER & , 1841 .
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These simple Verses are Inscribed , accompanied by a " Companion for the Altar . " FROM birth to death the Saviour strove , With godlike zeal and boundless love , To save the human race ; Then Mortal ! turn not thou aside
In scorn , contempt , or worldly pride , But the glad boon embrace . Come to His table ! where a feast Is spread for all—the greatest—least—Who tremble at His word : Lo here , the elements divine ! The holy bread ! the sacred wine ! " The Supper of the Lord !" C . CLAPHAM , P . M . WAKEFIELD , Nov . 3 , 1841 . Unanimity , 179 .
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Inscribed to Bro . G . Weir , of the Lodge St . Baldred ' s , North Berwiclt , No . 313 . BY BROTHER G . TAIT , Ofthe Haddington St . John's Kilwinning Lodge . DEAR Brother of the sacred fire !
That lights , above , the poet ' s shrine , Awake ' . and tune thy jrustic lyre , That it may play in chord ivith mine . I may not sing of love—as I Have sung of old—in merry strain ; My muse is dull , yet let me try To rouse her slumbering harp again .
Perchance the wailings of the bard May , with a tear , bedim her eye ; That fate , indeed , is more than hard . Through life to sing , unsung to die . Oh ! come with all thy soul , and sweep The heart-strings o ' er in mystic lays ;
E ' en let thy theme be dark and deep—The vanished joys of other days ; DECEMBER & , 1841 .
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These simple Verses are Inscribed , accompanied by a " Companion for the Altar . " FROM birth to death the Saviour strove , With godlike zeal and boundless love , To save the human race ; Then Mortal ! turn not thou aside
In scorn , contempt , or worldly pride , But the glad boon embrace . Come to His table ! where a feast Is spread for all—the greatest—least—Who tremble at His word : Lo here , the elements divine ! The holy bread ! the sacred wine ! " The Supper of the Lord !" C . CLAPHAM , P . M . WAKEFIELD , Nov . 3 , 1841 . Unanimity , 179 .