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A Pcean.
A PCEAN .
Sing out the song of gladness , let the g lorious pcean swell , In going round the Circle we have touched the Parallel ; The day the old Sun-worshippers in ages past revered
By stronger ties of sympathy to Masons is endeared : To-day the craftsmen , who work by Line and Square , Shall welcome our Grand Master back to England everywhere .
The Beauteous Column stands erect—no -work laid out to day , From labour to refreshment , we the welcome-call obey , The 'Prentice in the quarry ' s depths , no Ashlar Rough shall bear ,
The Craftsmen lays aside his tools—the Level , Plumb , and Square ; The Master Workmen on the wall , delay the work so grand , To greet our Royal Brother back from India ' s Coral Strand .
Throughout the nation far and wide the mystic legions throng , Firm Champions in the cause of truth , the secret foes of wrong , Each quiet street echoes with the sound of tramping feet
; They move in mighty concourse through the City's crowded street , To < nve a rig ht good hearty cheer when England ' s heir we greet .
No blood-stained laurels deck the brows of that fraternal band , No dessolation marks their path , no ruins strew the land ; Their victories are o ' er sin and wrong , o ' er sufferingwantand pain
, , , As ' round the crushed and bleeding heart lov ' s tendrils they entwine , Those who thus hail the head of the mystic tie , sublime .
Then usher in our gala day with joyousness aud mirth , And swell the grand old chorus , as it circles round the earth , With kindly words of greeting from the hills down to the sea ,
Our hearts are on the level , though our bodies may not be ; Then gathering ' round the festive board , pour forth the generous wine , And drink a toast in honour of our Chief from India ' s Clime .
'Tis fitting on a time like this , when brethren are thus met , To dwell on Themes each Mason loves , and never can forget , To trace the course of Masonry until it disappears Amid the ruins of the past , the gathering
gloom of years , Till breaking through the mists of time , it bursts upon our sight , And pours from Mount Moriah's hill , its blazing stream of light .
Coeval with creation , though its truths illumed the earth , 'Twas in the reign of Solomon , our Order had its birth ; Among the thousands of the Craft , who at the Temple wrought , It stamped its mighty impress on each
action , word , and thought , Two Temples they were rearing , by the aid of Square and Line , The Outward and Material , the Inward and Divine .
The one in silent grandeur rose , no ringing sound was heard , Of axe or other metal tool , nor one discordant word ; In perfect peace and harmony , they plied their cunning art , The secret tie of Brotherhoodhad bound
, them heart to heart , And lo' the toiling legions , from the quarry to the hill—Were moved by its mysterious power , and felt its quickening thrill .
Seven years they wrought with patient toil , and when their work was done , The Temple with its golden spires , stood glistening in the sun . Its splendour and magnificence enraptured every gaze , And filled the thronging multitudes with
wonder and amaze , As Israel ' s crowning glory , shall its fame for ever last , And in tradition ' s whispers , link the present to the past .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Pcean.
A PCEAN .
Sing out the song of gladness , let the g lorious pcean swell , In going round the Circle we have touched the Parallel ; The day the old Sun-worshippers in ages past revered
By stronger ties of sympathy to Masons is endeared : To-day the craftsmen , who work by Line and Square , Shall welcome our Grand Master back to England everywhere .
The Beauteous Column stands erect—no -work laid out to day , From labour to refreshment , we the welcome-call obey , The 'Prentice in the quarry ' s depths , no Ashlar Rough shall bear ,
The Craftsmen lays aside his tools—the Level , Plumb , and Square ; The Master Workmen on the wall , delay the work so grand , To greet our Royal Brother back from India ' s Coral Strand .
Throughout the nation far and wide the mystic legions throng , Firm Champions in the cause of truth , the secret foes of wrong , Each quiet street echoes with the sound of tramping feet
; They move in mighty concourse through the City's crowded street , To < nve a rig ht good hearty cheer when England ' s heir we greet .
No blood-stained laurels deck the brows of that fraternal band , No dessolation marks their path , no ruins strew the land ; Their victories are o ' er sin and wrong , o ' er sufferingwantand pain
, , , As ' round the crushed and bleeding heart lov ' s tendrils they entwine , Those who thus hail the head of the mystic tie , sublime .
Then usher in our gala day with joyousness aud mirth , And swell the grand old chorus , as it circles round the earth , With kindly words of greeting from the hills down to the sea ,
Our hearts are on the level , though our bodies may not be ; Then gathering ' round the festive board , pour forth the generous wine , And drink a toast in honour of our Chief from India ' s Clime .
'Tis fitting on a time like this , when brethren are thus met , To dwell on Themes each Mason loves , and never can forget , To trace the course of Masonry until it disappears Amid the ruins of the past , the gathering
gloom of years , Till breaking through the mists of time , it bursts upon our sight , And pours from Mount Moriah's hill , its blazing stream of light .
Coeval with creation , though its truths illumed the earth , 'Twas in the reign of Solomon , our Order had its birth ; Among the thousands of the Craft , who at the Temple wrought , It stamped its mighty impress on each
action , word , and thought , Two Temples they were rearing , by the aid of Square and Line , The Outward and Material , the Inward and Divine .
The one in silent grandeur rose , no ringing sound was heard , Of axe or other metal tool , nor one discordant word ; In perfect peace and harmony , they plied their cunning art , The secret tie of Brotherhoodhad bound
, them heart to heart , And lo' the toiling legions , from the quarry to the hill—Were moved by its mysterious power , and felt its quickening thrill .
Seven years they wrought with patient toil , and when their work was done , The Temple with its golden spires , stood glistening in the sun . Its splendour and magnificence enraptured every gaze , And filled the thronging multitudes with
wonder and amaze , As Israel ' s crowning glory , shall its fame for ever last , And in tradition ' s whispers , link the present to the past .