Masonic Songs, Song IX

Glorious Craft, which fires the mind With sweet Harmony and Love; Surely thou wert first design'd A foretaste of the joys above.

Pleasures on thee always wait, Thou reformest Adam's race; Stiength and Beauty in thee meet, Wisdom's radiant in thy sace.

Arts and Virtue now combine, Friendship raises cheerful Mirth; All united to refine Man from grosser parts of earth. Stately temples now arise, And on lofty columns stand; Mighty domes attempt the skies, To adorn this happy land.