| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Behold he comes upon the wings of light |
216-223 |
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| Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
224 |
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| Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
225-226 |
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| Arise, gentle muse, and thy wisdom impart |
226 |
3 |
| With grateful hearts your voices raise |
226-227 |
3 |
| Grant us, kind Heav'n! what we request |
228 |
4 |
| By Masons' art th' aspiring dome |
229 |
2 |
| To Heaven's high Architect all praise |
229 |
1 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
233-234 |
4 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise; |
234 |
5 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
235-236 |
5 |
| Ere God the universe began |
236-237 |
5 |
| Not the fictions of Greece, nor the dreams of old Rome |
237-238 |
4 |
| Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures |
238-239 |
4 |
| Whilst princes and heroes promiscuously fight |
239-240 |
2 |
| No sect in the world can with Masons compare |
240-241 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
241-243 |
5 |
| When my divine Althea's charms |
243-244 |
3 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture |
244 |
4 |
| Hail Masonry, thou Craft divine! |
245-246 |
6 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
246-247 |
2 |
| 'Tis Masonry unites mankind |
247-248 |
7 |
| Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn |
248-249 |
6 |
| Let Mason's fame resound |
250-251 |
5 |
| Hail Masonry divine; |
251-252 |
3 |
| Let drunkards boast the power of wine |
252-253 |
7 |
| Come let us prepare |
254-255 |
7 |
| Ye thrice happy few |
255-257 |
8 |
| When a lodge of Free Masons are cloth'd in their aprons |
257-259 |
10 |
| How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows |
259 |
2 |
| In hist'ry we're told, how the lodges of old |
260-261 |
4 |
| When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected |
261-262 |
5 |
| Hail Masonry! thou sacred Art |
263 |
2 |
| Come ye Masons, hither bring |
264-265 |
5 |
| Whilst each poet sings of great princes and kings |
265-266 |
5 |
| When the sun from the East fisrt salutes mortal eyes |
266-267 |
6 |
| To all who Masonry despise |
267-268 |
3 |
| We have no idle prating |
268-269 |
5 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A |
270-271 |
5 |
| Hail secret art! by Heav'n design'd |
271-272 |
5 |
| Glorious Craft which fires the mind |
272-273 |
3 |
| Of all institutions to form well the mind |
273-274 |
4 |
| Pray lend me your ears, my dear brethren, awhile |
274-277 |
19 |
| Once I was blind and could not see |
278-279 |
8 |
| Let Masons ever live in love |
280 |
3 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree |
280-281 |
5 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song |
281-283 |
10 |