A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

Behold you dome uprear'd on high, Fram'd by an architect divine, Whose lofty pillars reach the sky. Where wisdom, strength, and beauty join: To form a building, which shall stand In spite of time's destroying hand.

In it let us to work repair, While solemn silence reigns around, Be secrecy each mason's care, Lest babblers tread on hallowed ground: While we practise the mystic art, T'improve the mind and cheer the heart.

Our noble order e'er shall brave Oppressions scourge and envy's sting; Shall seed the hungry, free the slave, And make the widow's heart to sing: To no persuasion e'er confin'd, It deals its blessing to mankind.