130 Olde Hynge Colle His royall aprone, But he sayd to the strynges, sayd hee, "Whenne I've dyned, if you're wholle, My name's not Colle." Oh a mery olde manne was hee. For Olde Kynge Colle Telas a mery olde sowle, etc. CXXVI. ROYAL ARCH SONG. Tune-God save he king. God caused great lights to shine, Which ever shall Sanctum sanctorum, Wisdom's revealed; Sublimest arts refin'd, Few tho' our numbers are, We will join hearts and hands, CXXVIL ARK MARINER'S SONG. Silent the pipe had lain neglected long, Till rais'd by Rancliffe*-for its theme the Ark, (That Ark to whom we all existence owe,) And gracious promise of the varied Bow. A former Lord Rancliffe. Air. When in his ark of gophir wood, Recitative. The floods decrease, and now with joy are seen, Air. Look round the gay parterre, That shines not in the Bow. In leafy umbrage green, A deeper blue is met. That shines not in the Bow. CXXVIII. MARK MASTER'S SONG. Mark Masters, all appear Let him your work inspect, Ye who have passed the Square, March with the just and true; At His command. Hiram, the Widow's Son, Our great key-stone; Now to the Westward move, Hiram doth stand; But if imposters are Mix'd with the worthy there, Caution them to beware Of the right hand. Now to the health of those To the praiseworthy three, |