Assist, My Muse

Assist, my Muse, thine influence bring, In praise of MASONRY I sing; In flowing notes my voice shall raise, To sing the worthy Mason's praise.

Whose life is free from Envy's stain. And while he lives will so remain.

Hail, oriental splendid Light, And dove-ey'd Peace, with beauty bright, Thine all-enliv'ning strength'ning rays Doth crown our bliss with happy days. Statesmen and Kings with hand and heart Support—adorn our noble art.

With music sweet, sage Tubal Cain, On the deep organ tun'd the strain; Sweet melody inspir'd his tongue, With lofty note he sweetly sung— Hail, MASONRY!—from Heaven sent— In thee alone we find content.

Benevolence, and mutual love, Sent by our Master from above, Are pillars of our Royal Art, Engraved on each Mason's heart. Those lofty pillars stand secure, And shall the date of time endure.

Hail, Royal Art! from Heav'n reveal'd, In Mason's heart thou art conceal'd; Cowans may seek and knock in vain, Our iv'ry keys their arts disdain. Each Mason smiles and see, their art, While prudence guards his faithful heart.

United thus—my brethren all, Our noble structure cannot fall; Let ignorance and envy rail, Their baneful tongues shall not prevail. Our ancient rites they cant survey, For ev'ry brother keeps the key.

Thus shall our order long endure, While founded on a rock secure; May cowans meet the fatal blow, Who wish a Mason's overthrow. Forty-two thousand once were slain, Because our rights they did profane.

Till worlds are from their centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost; Till time ends its eternal round, Shall Mason's lofty praise resound. Each brother raise his voice with me, And sing—Long live each Mason Free.