Masons Songs, Song XXIV

Guardian Genius of our art divine, Unto thy faithful Sons appear; Cease now o'er ruins of the east to pine, And smile in blooming beauties here.

Syria, Egypt, and proud Babylon, No more thy blissful presence claim; America now claims thy during throne, Where myriads do confess thy name.

The Sciences from eastern regions brought, Which after shewn in Greece and Rome, Are here in many stately Lodges taught, To which remotest Brethren come.

Behold what strength our rising domes uprears, 'Till mixing with the azure skies; Behold what beauty through the whole appears, So wisely built, they must surprize.

Nor are we only to these arts confin'd, For we the paths of virtue trace; By us man's rugged nature is refin'd, And polish'd into love and peace.