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adding a really sensible reason fo ^ the production bf Bro , Gavin "Wilson , to the tune of " Sweet are the charms of her I Idve , '' although disfigured by the th first and second , all Wershall give here , are so apposite that we could not overlook them . He writes---¦
¦¦ " While arts and sciences did lie In embryo in the human mind , 'Twas then the rou ^ Inclement sky Made nien employ then A shelter from the piercing cold ; Hence caves , and dens , were dug of old . u Masonry , with generous skill , Bade cities , castles , temples , rise 5 With influence superior still , * Form'd Masons in societies , ^/ y ^ Where fnendsh ^^ And harmony unceasing reigns . "
"We have now done with the historical portion of our subject for the present , and tulir to the man of the Craft as exemplified by our deceased poetically inclined brethren . And first of the greatest , and best , attribute of ohr Order—charity . In the anonyinous song , ci Arise and blow thy trumpet , Fame f how true and beautiful is this sentiment ?—
We help the poor in time of need , Thenaked clothe , the hungry feed , 'Tis our foundation stone : We build upon the noblest plan , E ' er friendship rivets man to man , And makes tis ' . all as one . "
There is another entitled , " An Allegory on Charity , " to the tune of " How happy a state does the miller possess / ' and we are sincerely sorry , that in the copies before us the name of the author is omitted , for it is worthy , from its flow of genuine feeling , to be handed down to posterity , and the writer ' s name to be had in remembrance of all men , whether Masons or not , whose hearts ever throbbed with a love of their kind . There are such touches of true poetry—not the jingle of rhyme , but the warm , heart gushing swell of the hand that is ever ready to help the suffering ,-that we cannot refrain from giving it in its entire form . It is old , but , like old wine , has lost none of its fragrance from its age , and deserves to be stored in the memory of
every lvlason . It runs thus : — * u Poverty late in a fit of despair , Was beating her bosom and tearing her hair , Smiling Hope came to ask—what her countenance told—That she lay there expiring with hunger and cold . u Come , rise ! said the sweet rosy herald of joy , And the torments yoti suffer I'll quickly destroy ; Take me by the hand , all your griefs I'll dispel , Vox I'll lead you for succour to Charity ' s cell .
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adding a really sensible reason fo ^ the production bf Bro , Gavin "Wilson , to the tune of " Sweet are the charms of her I Idve , '' although disfigured by the th first and second , all Wershall give here , are so apposite that we could not overlook them . He writes---¦
¦¦ " While arts and sciences did lie In embryo in the human mind , 'Twas then the rou ^ Inclement sky Made nien employ then A shelter from the piercing cold ; Hence caves , and dens , were dug of old . u Masonry , with generous skill , Bade cities , castles , temples , rise 5 With influence superior still , * Form'd Masons in societies , ^/ y ^ Where fnendsh ^^ And harmony unceasing reigns . "
"We have now done with the historical portion of our subject for the present , and tulir to the man of the Craft as exemplified by our deceased poetically inclined brethren . And first of the greatest , and best , attribute of ohr Order—charity . In the anonyinous song , ci Arise and blow thy trumpet , Fame f how true and beautiful is this sentiment ?—
We help the poor in time of need , Thenaked clothe , the hungry feed , 'Tis our foundation stone : We build upon the noblest plan , E ' er friendship rivets man to man , And makes tis ' . all as one . "
There is another entitled , " An Allegory on Charity , " to the tune of " How happy a state does the miller possess / ' and we are sincerely sorry , that in the copies before us the name of the author is omitted , for it is worthy , from its flow of genuine feeling , to be handed down to posterity , and the writer ' s name to be had in remembrance of all men , whether Masons or not , whose hearts ever throbbed with a love of their kind . There are such touches of true poetry—not the jingle of rhyme , but the warm , heart gushing swell of the hand that is ever ready to help the suffering ,-that we cannot refrain from giving it in its entire form . It is old , but , like old wine , has lost none of its fragrance from its age , and deserves to be stored in the memory of
every lvlason . It runs thus : — * u Poverty late in a fit of despair , Was beating her bosom and tearing her hair , Smiling Hope came to ask—what her countenance told—That she lay there expiring with hunger and cold . u Come , rise ! said the sweet rosy herald of joy , And the torments yoti suffer I'll quickly destroy ; Take me by the hand , all your griefs I'll dispel , Vox I'll lead you for succour to Charity ' s cell .