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Oft, honor'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the suns of light : And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw ! Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far awa'.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design, Beneath the Omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect divine ! That you may keep the unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law, Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa'.
And you, farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a', One round, — I ask it with a tear,
To him -- the Bard that's far awa'!
FAREWELL TO ELIZA.
TUNE — “ Gilderoy."
From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
A boundless ocean's roar :
Between my love and me,
My heart and soul from thee.
. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
The maid that I adore !
We part to meet no more.
While death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh'
YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie! -
And there the langest tarry ;
O’ my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom;
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
Flew o'er me and my dearie ;
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' many a vow, and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender ;
We tore oursels asunder:
That nipt my flower sae early!
That wraps my Highland Mary!
O, pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
bosom's core, Shall live my Highland Mary.
TO MARY IN HEAVEN.
Thou ling’ring star, with less'ning ray
That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
That sacred hour can I forget ?
Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,
To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface
Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace !
Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!
Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O’erhung with wild-woods, thick’ning, green
The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar,
Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene. The flow'rs sprang wanton to be prest,
The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west
Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care !
As streams their channels deeper wear.
Where is thy blissful place of rest ?
Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast?
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize
Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget ?
In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride, ye groves ;
Thou crystal streamlet, with thy flow'ry shore,