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A Brother In Adversity.
And while I conversed of the Lodge above , The centre whence all goodness emanates , Where every faithful Brother will find rest , Forth from his bosom carefully he drew Some valued treasure , as it seem'd ; and then—
-( Cautious , the mystic sign he gave , that guards Each sublime secret from the cowan ' s search)— - His dim and hazy eye became illumed , When from ; the folded canvass he display'd A treasured volume of the Sacred Law ! And this had been the parting gift of her Who tended on his steps in infancy ,
And led him up to manhood , and had taught The earliest impulse of his soul to risey Like fragrance of a fresh-blown flower , to heaven ; And he had come to seek his mother ' s grave , To breathe the prayer of faith , the sigh of hope , Perchance to drop the tributary tear Of filial love and veneration there .
Poor wand ' ring Brother , thou art now at rest f Closed is thy day of labour laid aside Thy level , rule , and square ; thou hast work'd out The circle of thy destiny , received Th' appointed wage in the Grand Lodge above , Close tyled in presence of Grand Architect ,
To trace the mysteries of eternity , And rise exalted in Sublime Degrees Of perfect Knowledge , Light , and Truth , and Love . Well didst thou scan the deep Masonic lore , Contain'd within that book of mysteries , And squared the duties of the Craft , in light , From the bright centre of all glory—the Most High !
Sceptics would rob the poor of hope of heaven , Scoff at the soul-inspiring word that lifts The finite to infinitude of bliss , Doom man , the semblance of the Deity , To perish like a dog in some vile ditch . Oh , blessed book 1 chart of a holier land , Rife of eternal promise ; in thy page
We may possess the affluence of heaven , And find rich mines of ever-during wealth , That overfill the heart with secret bliss , The soul with hallow'd light . We hail the power That raises man above his native earth , And gives to mortals—Immortality ! June 5 th , 1857 . Tees Lodge .
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A Brother In Adversity.
And while I conversed of the Lodge above , The centre whence all goodness emanates , Where every faithful Brother will find rest , Forth from his bosom carefully he drew Some valued treasure , as it seem'd ; and then—
-( Cautious , the mystic sign he gave , that guards Each sublime secret from the cowan ' s search)— - His dim and hazy eye became illumed , When from ; the folded canvass he display'd A treasured volume of the Sacred Law ! And this had been the parting gift of her Who tended on his steps in infancy ,
And led him up to manhood , and had taught The earliest impulse of his soul to risey Like fragrance of a fresh-blown flower , to heaven ; And he had come to seek his mother ' s grave , To breathe the prayer of faith , the sigh of hope , Perchance to drop the tributary tear Of filial love and veneration there .
Poor wand ' ring Brother , thou art now at rest f Closed is thy day of labour laid aside Thy level , rule , and square ; thou hast work'd out The circle of thy destiny , received Th' appointed wage in the Grand Lodge above , Close tyled in presence of Grand Architect ,
To trace the mysteries of eternity , And rise exalted in Sublime Degrees Of perfect Knowledge , Light , and Truth , and Love . Well didst thou scan the deep Masonic lore , Contain'd within that book of mysteries , And squared the duties of the Craft , in light , From the bright centre of all glory—the Most High !
Sceptics would rob the poor of hope of heaven , Scoff at the soul-inspiring word that lifts The finite to infinitude of bliss , Doom man , the semblance of the Deity , To perish like a dog in some vile ditch . Oh , blessed book 1 chart of a holier land , Rife of eternal promise ; in thy page
We may possess the affluence of heaven , And find rich mines of ever-during wealth , That overfill the heart with secret bliss , The soul with hallow'd light . We hail the power That raises man above his native earth , And gives to mortals—Immortality ! June 5 th , 1857 . Tees Lodge .