A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

The curious vulgar could never devise, What social free masons so highly do prize; No human conjecture no study in schools, Such fruitless attempts are the actions of fools.

Sublime are our maxims our plan from above, Old as the creation cemented with love; To promote all the virtues adorning man's life, Subduing our passions preventing all strife.

Pursue, my dear brethren, embrace with great care, A system adapted our actions to square; Whose origin clearly appeareth divine, Observe how its precepts to virtue incline.

The secrets of nature king Solomon knew, The names of all trees in the forest that grew; Architecture his study, free-masons sole guide, Thus finish'd his temple, antiquity's pride.

True ancient free-masons our arts did conceal, Their hearts were sincere and not prone to reveal; Here's the widow's son's mem'ry, that mighty great sage, Who skilfully handled plumb, level, and gage.

Toast next our grand-master of noble repute, No brother presuming his laws to dispute; No discord, no faction, our lodge shall divide, Here truth, love, and friendship must always abide.