So masons do all sacred things,
And wonders from the distant shores;
To enrich the lodge with wisdom's light,
Where babbling folly's lost in night.

IX.

Each Roman chief did proudly view
Their temples rising to the sky,
And as they nations did subdue,
They rais'd triumphal arches high;
Which got us masons such a name,
As vies with mighty Cæsar's fame.

* The kings who rais'd Diana's columns,
With royal art, by skilful hands;
As priests recorded in their volumes,
And poets sung to distant lands:
Th'adoring world that did them.see,..
Forgot the enshrined deity..

Then to each brother in distress.
Throughout the nations, parts, or climes,
Charge, brethren, to his quick redress,
As masons did in ancient times;
From want and hardships set them free,
Bless'd with health and masonry.

Nor once forget the lovely fair,
Divinely made of Adam's bone;
Whose heav'nly looks can banish care,
And ease the sighing lover's moan;
To them whose soft enjoyment brings
Us heroes, architects and kings...

* The Temple of Diana, at Ephesus.

XLVI. SONG.

By brother EP.

I.

Come fill up a bumper, and let it go round,
Let mirth and good fellowship always abound;

And let the world see,

That free-masonry,

Doth teach honest hearts to be jovial and free.

II.

Our lodge, now compos'd of honest free hearts, Our master most freely his secrets imparts;

And so we improve,

In knowledge and love,

By help from our mighty grand master above.

III.

Let honour and friendship eternally reign,

Let each brother mason the truth so maintain;

That all may agree,

That free-masonry,

Doth teach honest hearts to be honest and free.

IV.

In mirth and good fellowship we will agree,

For none are more blest or more happy than we;

And thus we'll endure,

While our actions are pure,

Kind heaven those blessings to us doth insure.

XLVII.

AN ODE

Wake the lute and quivering strings,
Mystic truths Urania brings;
Friendly visitant to thee,
We owe the depths of masonry:
Fairest of the virgin choir,
Warbling to the golden lyre;
Hail, divine Urania, hail.

II...

Here in friendship's sacred bower,
Thy downy wing'd and smiling hour;
Mirth invites, and social song,
Nameless mysteries among:
Crown the bowl and fill the glass,
To ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace;

:

Let masons be merry each night when they meet,

And always each other most lovingly greet,

Let envy and discord be sunk in the deep

By such as are able great secrets to keep,
Let all the world gaze on our art with surprise,
They're all in

the dark till we open their eyes.

II.

Whoever is known to act on the square,
And likewise well skill'd in our secrets rare,
Are always respected, whether wealthy or poor,
And ne'er yet was careless of matters that's pure.
Their actions are bright, and their lives spent in love,
At length will be happy in the grand lodge above.

III.

We are brothers to princes, and fellows to kings,
Our fame through the world continually rings;
As we lovingly meet, so we lovingly part,
No mason did ever bear malice at heart:

The fool that's conceited we'll never despise,

Let him come to the lodge, and we'll make him more

wise.

IV.

The sanctum sanctorum by masons was fram'd,
And all the fine works which the temple contain'd,
By Hiram's contrivance, the pride of my song,
The noise of a tool was not heard along;
And the number of masons that round it move,
By him were directed, inspir'd from above.

LI. SONG.

I.

IF unity be good in every degree,
What can be compar'd with that of masonry?
In unity we meet, and in unity we part;

Let every mason chorus, hail, mighty art!

Let every, &c.

II.

The vulgar often murmur at our noble art,
Because the great arcanum to them we don't impart;

In ignorance let them live, and in ignorance let them die,

Be silent and secret let every mason cry.

Be silent, &c.

III.

Let a bumper be crown'd unto the art of masonry,
And to each jovial brother that is a mason free;