A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn, What's meant by a mason you here may discern; He strengthens the weak, he gives light to the blind, And the naked he cloaths—is a friend to mankind. All shall yield to masonry, Bend to thee, Blest masonry; Matchless was he who found thee, And thou, like him, immortal shall be.

He walks on the level of honour and truth, And spurns the wild passions of folly and youth; The compass and square all his frailties reprove, And his ultimate object is brotherly love.

The temple of knowledge he nobly doth raise, Supported by wisdom, and knowledge its base; When rear'd and adorn'd, strength beauty unite, And he views the fair structure with conscious delight.

With fortitude blest, he's a stranger to fears, And govern'd by prudence, he cautiously steers; Till temperance shews him the port of content, And justice unask'd gives the sign of consent.

Inspir'd by his feelings, he bounty imparts, For charity ranges at large in our hearts; And an indigent brother reliev'd from his woes Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows.

Thus a mason I've drawn, and expos'd to your view, And truth must acknowledge the figure is true; Then members become, let's be brothers and friends, There's a secret remaining will make you amends.