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Article EARLY HAUNTS OF FREEMASONRY. ← Page 5 of 5 Article TEMPUS FUGIT. Page 1 of 1
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Early Haunts Of Freemasonry.
quarters between 1687 and 1692 ; and next to it is the Mitre , where , for the time , we must busy ourselves in seeking that refreshment after labour which we flatter ourselves we have so justly earned .
( To be continued . )
Tempus Fugit.
TEMPUS FUGIT .
\ S old Time winds its way along , - * - * - Mid human joy and woe , The warrior ' s bays , the poet ' s song , The river ' s onward flow ;
How solemn is the living thought , That Time speeds quickly by , And all with hope or beauty fraught Must fade , and fail , and die . The flight of Time , —how vain to note
The imsh of hurrying , years , Long hours , which once seemed so remote , Have fled in sighs and tears ; And all we loved , and all we lost , Have vanish'd like a dream ,
As , tired , troubled , tempest-tost , We ' re tided down the sti'eam . Stern is the lesson , sad the tale Which yon Fugitive must tell ; As youthful cheeks grow wan and pale
And hope listens to the knell Of all its visions , one by one , And anticipations keen , Which , under a bright and summer sun , Shed fragrance on the scene .
Idle the task to seek to-day , The mystery to scan , Which as old Time fleets fast awav , Confronts poor mortal man . For o ' er the future , as the past ,
Doubt ' s dim , dark veil is thrown , And though the Wanderer ' s flying fast , None can claim him as their own , W . TJ 9
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Early Haunts Of Freemasonry.
quarters between 1687 and 1692 ; and next to it is the Mitre , where , for the time , we must busy ourselves in seeking that refreshment after labour which we flatter ourselves we have so justly earned .
( To be continued . )
Tempus Fugit.
TEMPUS FUGIT .
\ S old Time winds its way along , - * - * - Mid human joy and woe , The warrior ' s bays , the poet ' s song , The river ' s onward flow ;
How solemn is the living thought , That Time speeds quickly by , And all with hope or beauty fraught Must fade , and fail , and die . The flight of Time , —how vain to note
The imsh of hurrying , years , Long hours , which once seemed so remote , Have fled in sighs and tears ; And all we loved , and all we lost , Have vanish'd like a dream ,
As , tired , troubled , tempest-tost , We ' re tided down the sti'eam . Stern is the lesson , sad the tale Which yon Fugitive must tell ; As youthful cheeks grow wan and pale
And hope listens to the knell Of all its visions , one by one , And anticipations keen , Which , under a bright and summer sun , Shed fragrance on the scene .
Idle the task to seek to-day , The mystery to scan , Which as old Time fleets fast awav , Confronts poor mortal man . For o ' er the future , as the past ,
Doubt ' s dim , dark veil is thrown , And though the Wanderer ' s flying fast , None can claim him as their own , W . TJ 9