Cho. Our CHIEF is dead! A nation weeps !!
In dust COLUMBIA'S GUARDIAN sleeps!!

With equal laws he rules the state,
Supports the weak, directs the great ;
Then yields the helm, retires to rest,
By all his Country lov'd and blest.

Cho. The SAGE is dead! A nation weeps!
In dust COLUMBIA'S GUARDIAN sleeps!

Again his ready sword he draws;

Unmov'd he stands in FREEDOM's cause;
Nor shrinks to head the marshal'd band,
Should hostile foes invade the land.

Cho. Our GENERAL's dead! A nation weeps
In dust COLUMBIA'S GUARDIAN sleeps!.

Thy ways, O KING OF KINGS, are just ; ⠀
Or when we live, or turn to dust:
Then cease from man, look up on high,
Jur only hope's above the sky.

Cho. We all must die and turn to dust;:
Tho' MAN is mortal, GOD is just. ·

A

XCV..

[Tune, Young Damon, &c.]

MASON's daughter, fair and young,
The pride of all the virgin throng,
Thus to her lover said:

Though, Damon, I your flame approve,
Your actions praise, your person love,
Yet still I'll live a maid,

None shall untie my virgin-zone,
But one to whom the secret's known
Of fam'd Free-masonry ;

In which the great and good combine,
To raise with generous design,
Man to felicity..

The lodge excludes the fop and fool,
The plodding knave and party-tool,.
That liberty would sell;

The noble, faithful, and the brave,.
No golden charms can e'er deceive,,
In slavery to dwell..

Thus said, he bow'd and went away ;;
Apply'd, was made without delay
Return'd to her again;

The fair comply'd with his request,
Connubial joys the couple blest;
And long may they remain.

XCVI.

A HYMN, by Rev. Brother HARRIS.

Sung at the Consecration of UNION Lodge in Dorchester, (Mass.)

GR

REAT source of light and love,
To thee our song's we raise !

O in the temple Lord above,.
Hear and accept our praise !..

Shine on this festive day,

Succeed its hop'd design:

'And may our charity display
A love resembling thine.

May this fraternal band,

Now consecrated, bless'd

In UNION all distinguish'd stand,
In Purity be dress'd!

May all the sons of peace

Their every grace improve;

'Till discord thro' the nations cease,, And all the world be love..

ATHER of our feeble race
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er Nature's ample face,
Flow thy goodness unconfin'd:
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wond'rous love,
Claiming large returns again.

Lord, what offering shall we bring;
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,.
By the melting eye express'd;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded. breast ::

Willing hands to lead the blind,

poor;+

Bind the wound, or feed the Love embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store : Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus th' accepted offering bring, Love to thee, and all mankind..

XCVIII.

The following Song is sung during the ceremony of closing.

ARK Masters all appear

MR

Before the Chief O'erseer,
In concert move;

Let him your work inspect,
For the chief architect ;

If there is no defect,

He will approve.

Those who have pass'd the square,
For your rewards prepare,

Join heart and hand,

Each with his mark in view,
March with the just and true,
Wages to you are due,

At your command.

Hiram, the widow's son,

Sent unto Solomon,

To the praise-worthy three,
Who founded this degree,
May all their virtues be,
Deep in our hearts.

XCIX.

MASONIC DIRGE, Composed by the Rev. Br. T. M. HARRIS, and set to Music by Br. O. HOLDEN, at the request of the Grand Lodge of Massachusetts, as performed in Boston, Feb. 22, 5800, at the Celebration of the funeral obsequies of Brother GEORGE

WASHINGTON.

WHILE ev'ry Orator and Bard displays

The HERO's glory and the PATRIOT's fame; And ALL the GUARDIAN of THEIR COUNTRY praise, Revere his greatness and his worth proclaim

We mourn the MAN, made ours by tend'rest ties ; "THEIR honor'd CHIEFTAIN, our lov'd BROTHER dies!

Come then, the mystic rites no more delay;
Deep silence reigns, the tapers dimly burn,
WISDOM and FORTITUDE the requiem pay,
And BEAUTY strews fresh garlands round the urn,
A MASON, Brothers, A GRAND-MASTER dies!
The cassia sprig designates where he lies.

As LOVE FRATERNAL leads our footsteps there,
Again to weep, Again to bid adieu,
FAITH views the soul, releas'd from mortal care,
Thro' spheres empyreal its blest course pursue,

'Till it the Lodge of perfect light attain;
There
may we meet our WASHINGTON again,