| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Thou fairest type, of excellence divine |
203 |
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| Not the fictions of Greece, nor the dreams of old Rome |
204-205 |
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| Let history boast how Rome conquered foreign nations |
205-206 |
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| Hail, masonry, thou sacred art |
206-207 |
2 |
| What joys do the Craft on each mason bestow |
207-208 |
5 |
| Since we're met, let's merry be |
208-209 |
3 |
| Mason's life's the life for me, A |
209-210 |
3 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture |
211-212 |
6 |
| Let Masonry be now my theme |
212-213 |
4 |
| We sing of Mason's ancient fame! |
213-215 |
6 |
| From henceforth ever sing |
215-216 |
1 |
| Grant me, kind Heav'n, what I request |
216-217 |
4 |
| Ye brethren of the ancient Craft |
217-218 |
4 |
| Hail masonry! thou Craft divine |
218-219 |
6 |
| Come, let us prepare |
220-221 |
7 |
| Grave business being clos'd, and a call from the south |
222 |
5 |
| Behold yon dome uprear'd on high |
223 |
3 |
| When orient Wisdom beam'd serene |
224-225 |
5 |
| I sing of Mason's glory |
225-226 |
3 |
| Hail, masonry divine; |
226-227 |
3 |
| On you who masonry despise |
227-228 |
3 |
| By Masons art, th' aspiring domes |
228 |
2 |
| God bless the royal band |
229-230 |
6 |
| We have no idle prating |
230-231 |
5 |
| Come, are you prepar'd |
232 |
4 |
| Curious vulgar could never devise, The |
233-234 |
6 |
| As I at Wheeler's lodge one night |
234 |
3 |
| Sing to the honours of those |
235 |
2 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A |
236 |
4 |
| Corner stone, this day we have, The |
237-238 |
4 |
| Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn |
238-239 |
6 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
239-240 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
240-241 |
2 |
| Let drunkards boast the powers of wine |
241-242 |
7 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
243 |
5 |
| Come, come, my brethren dear |
244-245 |
3 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector |
245-246 |
5 |
| To the science that virtue and art do maintain |
247-248 |
8 |
| Come, boys, let us more liquor get |
249-250 |
4 |
| Come follow, follow me |
250-251 |
6 |
| Guardian genius of our art divine |
251-252 |
5 |
| Let Mason's fame resound |
252-253 |
5 |
| With harmony and flowing wine |
254 |
5 |