| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
43 |
2 |
| 'Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
43-44 |
|
| Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request |
44-45 |
4 |
| By Mason's art th' aspiring dome |
45 |
2 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
45-46 |
4 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
46 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry, descend |
47 |
5 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
48 |
2 |
| Let drunkards boast the power of wine |
48-49 |
7 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree |
49-50 |
5 |
| Behold in a lodge we dear brethren are met |
50-51 |
6 |
| How happy a Mason! whose bosom still glows |
51 |
2 |
| Let worthy brethren all combine |
51-52 |
5 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue thy great lecture |
52 |
6 |
| Once I was blind and could not see |
52-54 |
7 |
| Thus mighty Eastern kings, and some |
54 |
1 |
| Whene'er we are alone |
54-57 |
13 |
| 'Tis Masonry unites mankind |
58 |
7 |
| By Mason's art the aspiring dome |
59 |
2 |
| Let Masonry be now my theme |
59-60 |
4 |
| With harmony and flowing wine |
60 |
5 |