THE ACCOMPLISHED MASTER.
We know him by his apron white,
An architect to be;
We know him by his trowel bright,
Well skilled in Masonry.
We know him by his jewel's blaze,
His thought, his word, his care,
We know him as the Lodge we raise,
And all for work prepare.
(By Charles Mackay, Esq., LL.D.)
What might be done, if men were wise,-
What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,
Would they unite,
And cease their scorn for one another?
Oppression's heart might be imbued
With kindling drops of loving kindness,
And knowledge pour,
From shore to shore,
Light on the eyes of mental blindness.
All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs,
All vice and crime might die together,
And milk and corn,
Be free as warmth in summer weather.
The meanest wretch that ever trod,-
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow,
Might stand erect,
And share the teeming world to-morrow.
(By Bro. Dibden.)
In all your dealings take good care,
Instructed by the friendly square,
To be true, upright, just, and fair,
And thou a fellow-craft shalt be.
The level so must poise thy mind,
That satisfaction thou shalt find,
When to another Fortune's kind:
And that's the drift of Masonry.
The compass t'other two compounds,
And says, though anger'd on just grounds,
Keep all your passions within bounds,
And thou a fellow-craft shalt be.
Thus symbols of our order are
The compass, level, and the square;
Which teach us to be just and fair;
And that's the drift of Masonry.
(By Bro. Cunningham,)
Tune-In Infancy.
Let Masonry from pole to pole
Her sacred laws expand,
Far as the mighty waters roll
To wash remotest land.
That virtue has not left mankind,
Her social maxims prove;
For stamp'd upon the Mason's mind
Are unity and love.
Ascending to her native sky,
Let Masonry increase:
A glorious pillar rais'd on high,
Integrity its base.
Peace adds to olive-boughs, entwined,
An emblematic dove.
As stamp'd upon the Mason's mind
Are unity and love.
THE FIVE POINTS.
(By Bro. Robert Morris.)
Brothers, come, and let us ponder
What we Masons vowed to do,
When, prepared at yonder altar,
We assumed the solemn vow.
Foot and knee, breast, hand, and cheek,-
Let them now our duties speak.
Foot to foot: on mercy's errand
When we hear a Brother's cry,
Hungry, thirsty, barefoot, naked,
With God's mercy let us fly,
This, of all our thoughts, the chief,
How we best may bring relief.
Knee to knee; in earnest praying,
None but God to hear or heed,
All our woes and sins confessing,
Let us for each other plead;
By the spirit of our call,
Let us pray for Brothers all.
Breast to breast: in sacred casket,
At life's centre let us seal
Every truth to us intrusted,
Nor one holy thing reveal.
What a Mason vows to shield,
Let him die, but never yield!
Hand to back: a Brother's falling,-
Look, his burdens are too great!
Stretch the generous hand, and hold him
Up before it is too late;
Each right arm's a Mason's prop,
Made to hold another up.
Cheek to cheek: in timely whisper
When the tempter strives to win,
Urge the Brother's bounden duty!
Warn him of approaching sin;
Warn him of the deadly snare-
Win him with a Brother's care.
Brothers, often let us ponder,
What we Masons vowed to do,
When prepared at yonder altar,
We assumed the solemn vow
Foot and knee, breast, hand, and cheek,-
Let them oft our duties speak.
(By Matthew Garland.)
Who is the man will let me know
What is Masonic duty;
And teach me whence the source does flow
That constitutes its beauty?
The task be mine, for can tell
The science and the myst'ry,
Your noble zeal becomes you well,
And, Brothers, I'll assist ye.
Should foreign foes, by madness led,
Invade our happy nation,
Or rank rebellion near his hand,
Where is the Mason's station?
Wherever duty shall assign,
With sword or contribution,
His life and fortune to resign
For Queen and constitution,
Tune-The Prince, and Old England for ever.
Brother Masons, assembled, as Masons should be,
In worth, truth, and harmony's cause:
My song is a theme truly noble and free,
And founded on Masonry's laws,
Like the sun-star of day is its lustre supreme,
A lustre no foe can destroy;
And this we'll insist on, whatever folks dream,
Our laws are the fountain of joy.
O, yes, and this fountain, so crystaline bright,
To preserve is each Mason's endeavour;
And now for a toast, and a toast of delight,
Here's the Prince and Free-masons for ever-
huzza!
The Prince and Free-masons for ever-huzza! And now for a toast, and a toast of delight, Here's the Prince and Free-masons for ever. From the North to the South, the East to the West,
Our order is known to appear;
And the plume that so gracefully blazons its crest,
To justice and mercy is dear!
Like the air that we breathe in, it bears no control, So potent it waves for our good:
In Faith, Hope, and Charity proud to enrol
A cause that we'll seal with our blood;
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