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Masonic Bong.
MASONIC BONG .
Come , Brothers , while the social glass so gaily smiles before us , We'll join together heart and voice in glad Masonic chorus ; United by the Mystic Tie , and trusting in each other , Shoulder to shoulder , hand in hand , let ' s drink to each true Brother !
Hearts true and good as those who now around this board are meeting , Here met long since , and pass'd like us , our dear Masonic greeting , The memory of their virtues past , with hallow'd light shines o ' er us , In solemn silence let us drink , " Our Brothers gone before us ! " While musing o ' er the noble truths our mystic science teaches , . O ! ne ' er forget the Mason good , will "practise what he preaches ;" Our next toast , Brothers , then be one shall consecrate the draught , " Brotherly Love , Relief , and Truth , " the watchwords of " theCraft . "
And let us never while amid the " changing scenes of life " We pass , forget an unkind word stabs keener than the k » ife ; A nobler toast ne ' er gusto gave to Claret or to Port , Fill , Brothers , fill , and drink with me , " The Tongue of G-ood Report- ! There is a noble saying , which we get from sages olden , Which fells us speech is silver , but that silence , ay , is golden ; No Mason true , but in his breast , its truth and beauty feels , Your glasses charge , and drink we all , " The heart that still conceals ! "
Before I close my simple chant , of toasts there ' s yet another , " Throughout the world to every poor distress'd Masonic Brother : Praying that whatsoe ' er may be his trouble or his grief , He may obtain a speedy and effectual relief ! " Chorus— "Then Brothers wdiile the social , " & c . W . P .
To The Ocean.
TO THE OCEAN .
O ! WHO that views thee in thy angry hours—Thy mighty brow so terrible with frowns , — Would think that thou couldst wear so sweet a smile % So deeply calm , reflect the varied hues
Oi earth and heav n , —the beaming smile of love On Nature ' s glorious face !—yet e ' en thy rage Can steep the soul in melting Charity ; Unconscious render it of selfish woe ; And make another ' s agony its own 1 Hampstead . Cham . es Quay .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Masonic Bong.
MASONIC BONG .
Come , Brothers , while the social glass so gaily smiles before us , We'll join together heart and voice in glad Masonic chorus ; United by the Mystic Tie , and trusting in each other , Shoulder to shoulder , hand in hand , let ' s drink to each true Brother !
Hearts true and good as those who now around this board are meeting , Here met long since , and pass'd like us , our dear Masonic greeting , The memory of their virtues past , with hallow'd light shines o ' er us , In solemn silence let us drink , " Our Brothers gone before us ! " While musing o ' er the noble truths our mystic science teaches , . O ! ne ' er forget the Mason good , will "practise what he preaches ;" Our next toast , Brothers , then be one shall consecrate the draught , " Brotherly Love , Relief , and Truth , " the watchwords of " theCraft . "
And let us never while amid the " changing scenes of life " We pass , forget an unkind word stabs keener than the k » ife ; A nobler toast ne ' er gusto gave to Claret or to Port , Fill , Brothers , fill , and drink with me , " The Tongue of G-ood Report- ! There is a noble saying , which we get from sages olden , Which fells us speech is silver , but that silence , ay , is golden ; No Mason true , but in his breast , its truth and beauty feels , Your glasses charge , and drink we all , " The heart that still conceals ! "
Before I close my simple chant , of toasts there ' s yet another , " Throughout the world to every poor distress'd Masonic Brother : Praying that whatsoe ' er may be his trouble or his grief , He may obtain a speedy and effectual relief ! " Chorus— "Then Brothers wdiile the social , " & c . W . P .
To The Ocean.
TO THE OCEAN .
O ! WHO that views thee in thy angry hours—Thy mighty brow so terrible with frowns , — Would think that thou couldst wear so sweet a smile % So deeply calm , reflect the varied hues
Oi earth and heav n , —the beaming smile of love On Nature ' s glorious face !—yet e ' en thy rage Can steep the soul in melting Charity ; Unconscious render it of selfish woe ; And make another ' s agony its own 1 Hampstead . Cham . es Quay .